Day 58: Why'd I do a fool thing like this?

January 24, 2008 I signed out of the Army, and within an hour of signing out, I had my ass in a barbershop ready to do something stupid: get a mohawk. It was either the 'hawk or smoke enough weed to kill the entire population or Rhode Island. I just happened to choose the more legal option.

There have been times when I mention doing something stupid - get a mohawk or a new tattoo or something else - much to the chagrin of my mother. She asks "why would you do something like that," or "why would you want to look like a dumb kid with stupid hair?" She'll never get it.

It's part of release of stress perhaps. To throw up a middle finger to the situation before that is causing me serious mental drama. Knowing that whether I adhere closely to the rules or not won't really hinder me. Even if it does make things harder by breaking the norm, at least I know it's of my own design.