Dang Bueno

It seems that there are 2 kinds of people. Those that love the 'hawk, and those that don't. I dunno why I got one. I mean, I know HOW I got it. It involved beer and a little RSA girl with a penchant for mischief and punk rock. I didn't get one to attract attention. A lot of the time, I forget I have a 'hawk, and just cruise around like everything's normal. Then I notice people's reactions. Strangely enough, it seems that girls like the 'hawk. The hostess at the restaurant even went so far as to call it cute. Then there are people like the F&B director of the resort, and he hates the 'hawk. He made me wear a hat all day. I dunno. As long as I'm making the business money, what does it matter what kind of hair-do I have? Zero. It's not like I have to deal with the public. I have a hard time relating to people who can't separate what is artifical and arbitrary from something that matters. To me, the only thing that matters is life and death. Everything else is a degree of detail.

This is a better pic of the 'hawk, with Dani's bandana on for extra flair. This day was awesome. As soon as I woke up, I got some international crap for the business done, cruised Truckee with Cat in the morning, shredded Northstar in the afternoon, then ate quesadillas and drank beer at Cat's house until sleepy time. A dang bueno day in my book.