Brooding and Mysterious

I racked up yet another significant achievement last night: I finally remembered to take a shower. However, I was so overwhelmed by my accomplishment that I collapsed into bed and fell asleep with my hair still wet. This evening, I woke up to find that lacking the strong paternal authority of the hair-dryer, my hair escaped from juvie and vandalized itself. Today, Don King has better hair than me. But wait! This can only enhance my Misunderstood Poet street cred! All I need is some angst and a substance-abuse problem. I already got the beat-up vintage coat.