Women Love A Self-confident Bald Man.

And Eventually As I Kept Writing It, Something Emerged That Was Not Quite Me But A Version Of Me.

The Only Change I Can Really See Is That I Don't Have To Shop For Pants In Stores Anymore.

I'm A Walking, Talking Enigma. We're A Dying Breed.

You Can't Do Anything In Life. The Social Barriers In Life Are So Intense And Horrific That Every Encounter Is Just Fraught With So Many Problems And Dread. Every Social Situation Is A Potential Nightmare.

Sometimes I Have These Fantasies Of Just Moving To A Foreign Country And Coming Back With A Full Head Of Hair. Or Not Even Come Back! Make A New Life There With Hair... Change My Name, Just See What Happens.