In fact, it was terrible.
See, back then the coolest guys parted their hair down the middle and feathered it back, sort of like the wings of a Golden Eagle. But me? I had curly hair that just sat there on top of my teenage head, frustrating me so much that I cried myself to sleep most nights.
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| Check out that hair ... and that avocado-colored telephone. |
Okay, that last part was a slight exaggeration. I didn't cry myself to sleep, but believe me, I hated my hair.
