Last week after a zoom session I had, I looked in the mirror and decided I was going to ditch the Robin Williams fresh out of Jumanji look. So I grabbed my clippers and embarked on a wild journey; giving myself a haircut! I plug in the clipper and get to trimming and shaping up my beard, I turn my scruffy beard into masterpiece (chef's kiss) and now I must conquer the atrocity that sits a top my head. I begin taking down the sides and a bit off the top, and you know what? It ain't that bad! I line up my hairline and call it a day, after I cleaned up my mess and put everything away I looked in the mirror and I said "hot damn!". I did a bang up job if I say so myself, I strutted around my apartment feeling like a new man. A few days later, I wanted to take a new challenge, give myself a nice fade on the sides and back of my hair. I watched as many tutorials as I could and said aloud, "it ain't that hard!" I confidently got up and went into the bathroom and got started. I started on the back of my head and slowly followed the steps I saw in the tutorials, the next thing I know I cut a BIG chunk out of my hair! Now I'm in panic mode, I try to salvage what I can but I keep making it worse! Now I'm at DEFCON 1, all the other DEFCON phases were skipped; I try to see if I can fix the monstrosity that I created and I come to the realization that my hair cannot be saved. I now must do what every man over 45 tries to avoid, go bald. I cut off the remnants of what was once a masterpiece in shame and defeat. I turn off the clippers and give my big bald head a nice big slap and say "you were out of your depth son", I looked into the mirror and realized it's not that bad, you live and you learn. I then started thinking about all the great bald headed people; Ving Rhames, Common, the Dora Molaje, and my dad. I learned a great lesson that day, and that lesson was leave it to the professionals.