Tuesday, August 28, 2007
Ok, cutting my dreads should have been a big deal. I think I was supposed to feel something like—maybe cultural betrayal—or maybe see it as-------hair suicide. Turns out that cutting seven years of twists with dabs of beeswax was as simple as cutting loose frays from my very short jean shorts. I started the process and Gerardo helped me finish. But I think in secret he was more affected than he revealed. Piece by neat piece, he picked up some of the locks and said, “Honey, this is good pelo. We can use it for something."