By the time I was done with Wasteland, I was done with dredlocks too. Life is short and I don't have time for all the foolin' around that they entail. I spent the better part of the year trying to make em look like somethin' but I don't have the genetics or the time to make it work. So one fine autumn day, I sat out in the yard and cut 'em all off and then went out and got a decent haircut. This ain't it, by the way. You'll see the difference. Now I can brush my hair with a towel instead of messing around with sprays and wax and crochet hooks. Shout out to my boy Shara at Anew Luke.
Montrose, CA 91020