Snakes on a Train
I sat behind Medusa last night - Snakes on a Train! Sorry about the crappy picture, but I was so skeezed out by the 10 pounds of ratty hair that I couldn't hold the camera still enough to make it work. Besides, I didn't want to risk using a flash, just in case one of Medusa's snakes came out to spit venom on me.
I just don't get dreadlocks. Maybe it's my age. Maybe it's my tragic unhipness. Maybe it's the fact that I like to take a shower every day. Call me crazy but I just get itchy looking at those wads of hair. (Funny thing, but Jamaicans don't give me that feeling...they earn those dreads.) Ugh.