Nick wanted me to be quick...

I had been warned...

Nick's mom had said that they may have difficulty coming up with three outfits... and that I may have my work cut out for me.

I just wrote it off as typical senior guy stuff... not exactly looking forward to it... Mom making him do it... the usual fun banter.

And then in walks Nick.

I greet he and his fun mom, Teresa, and I say.. "Hey, Nick... how's it goin?"

Pause...

Deep breath.

Exhale...

I knew all I needed to know.

Dude REALLY was not looking forward to it.

So, I had a challenge on my hands. I'm always up for that.

Teresa told me he was into metal. So... went to the XM radio... and it was all Hair Nation and Boneyard. We talked Black Sabbath... we discussed Slipknot's tough month. Disturbed, Iron Maiden and others were brought up....

I admitted to Nick that my lid would look exactly like his if I didn't shave it every two weeks. Insane crazy curly can be tough to manage... so... by my way of thinking.... you either A) shave it... or B) just let 'er rip. Nick prefers the latter. ;-) In fact... I was told that it's usually been LONGER than what we see here.

Nick clearly marches to the beat of his own drum, and there's nothing wrong with that. I told him that I would try to minimize his pain and if I could get him to tell his mom on the way home that it wasn't as bad as he anticipated it being... then I had done my job.

I'm not sure if that happened or not... I am sure that he's happier to be home bustin' out some of Sabbath's Paranoid. Thanks for letting me torture ya for a few hours, my man.