It's interesting when you think about the percentage of people who go bald in their thirties.
In all actuality, it doesn't happen too often. I am not alone in the world, plenty of people are bald. Just because
I am and am also thirty years old doesn't mean I am insecure about it.
Now, because I told you I am bald, you are probably thinking I am fat. Well, that's not
the case at all. I am very thin. My parents used to think I was anorexic or baliemic and all the doctor said was
that I had an unusually high metabolism.
Man, I really hate doctors. I hate the smell of hospitals, too. They make me want
to puke, kinda' like Eddie in Silent Hill 2. Well, maybe not that violently, but you get the picture. There's
just this feeling I get whenever I walk into them. It shivers through me and causes my skin to crawl.
But why am I talking about hospitals? I haven't yet found a person who enjoys walking about in
a completely steril, anti-septic smelling area.
