My hair has also taught me some important things in a bigger picture. In a world of straight-laced people who go from point A to point B, my hair takes the road less traveled. No matter if it needs to defy gravity to accomplish the feat, it will not give up or take the easy way.
"Gino Cumeezi." That was my name. Great grandson of the infamous and toothless "Gums" Cumeezi. A cross between Charlie Chaplin, Jack Kerouac, and Grand Central Station. I like to think of Gino as a subversive public fool. A comic outlaw. A provocateur to the max. Truly one of New Yawk's "finest."