Pictures of my hair from the past few years.  A journey into madness.

I have had a strange journey with my hair through the past few years. It doesn’t help that I’ve pretty much always been a wake-up-run-my-hands-and-some-water-through-my-hair type of guy. I’ll start with a fairly recent picture.

Normal hairstyle

Rarely do I look as clean cut as this, but here I was recently pimping the old WMSR student radio t-shirt. It feels great to be so clean, but I hate shaving and I tend to become a little lazy about it. I’m also known to be a little cheap, so I don’t make it to the barber as often as I should. I usually average a haircut every six or seven weeks.

Sometime, I let it go a little too much and end up like …

this… …………………………………..and this…

Again, mad mountain man Brad with big hair

Okay, that just happened once. My hair was the longest it had ever been before I even left for a thirty day trip to New Zealand. I didn’t shave the entire month. My mother was supposed to pick me up in front of Shriver Hall, but she drove past me. Twice. And I was the only person there. It took some time to shave and hack it all off.

Scaling back a little bit, the pictures below are from a few months before leaving for that trip. One where I look like a homicidal criminal and another one like a prospective target of a brain washing cult. I remember this as one of those times when I thought my hair rocked one day and the next day it would drive me absolutely crazy.

Brad looking scary with his hair.

Heading back towards presentability, here I am at the Charter Day Ball at Miami University in 2003. I don’t remember much of the night, and unfortunately woke up in different jacket than the one in the picture. The second pic is me lost in Amsterdam.

Charter Day Ball Miami University 2003

The hair is starting to look a little creepy in the front, but other than that not so bad. I don’t think my hair gets that curly anymore fortunately.

And now, the only picture that I think I am truly embarrassed about….this is from a trip to Gatlinburg, Tennessee.

My hair at Gatlinburg, Tennessee

I’d rather not talk about it, but it happened.

I’m sure everybody has had some interesting styles throughout the year, so don’t laugh at me too much. I can be a thug too.

My hair at Gatlinburg, Tennessee

So watch out.

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