The other day my hip young friend was sporting a wicked pair of black pointy toe shoes. I think I'm almost still cool enough to call pointy shoes wicked, after spending many summers in London searching Carnaby Street for just the right wicked shoes. A lot can happen between years 20 and 36. One major thing is you get less cool year by year. We listen to our music less loud, we stop using Manic Panic on our hair and taking a nap ranks higher on the list of Must Do Today. The fun stuff of our youth comes back to haunt us. When I was 20, I don't think I listened when elders told me that coloring my hair purple would make it fall out. It never did. And, if someone had looked into a crystal ball and told me that at 30 I'd have an auto-immune disease that really would make my hair fall out, that probably wouldn't have stopped me either. Hair is just hair. I never did find the right wicked shoes and it is a good thing. I probably wouldn't have listened to anyone who told me they'd make me a gimp later in life. Ok, I know the popularity of the word gimp soared after Pulp Fiction and back when I was young, they probably would've just said stumpy foot.
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