A guy who sits in front me in one of my classes has extremely short hair - almost military short - but he's far from military material (sorry man). The quality of his mettle is not at issue here, however. The issue is a rather amusing arrangement of dot-like scars on the back of his head. The scars are visible because of his short hair, so my friend and I joke with our short-haired classmate that we like playing connect the dots with the back of his head. Classmate is good-humored about our little game and in fact has been known to encourage it.

Today, Connect-The-Dots Man (I'll keep coming up with new nicknames as I see fit) was making chit-chat with me and my neighbor and, in classic Particleman fasion, I sarcastically blurted out that Baldy needed to stop talking and turn around so I could continue drawing imaginary lines on the back of his head. Scar-man was noticably flabbergasted at the comment and took offense, noting that he spent all day thinking of me in nothing but a positive light, and, yet, I mistreat him so. I could not argue. Peach Fuzz had made a point.

He then suggested I consider our humorous exchange for a blog-post. So, Scalp Man, please consider this an informal apology for my rude remarks. Also bear in mind most of what I say is in some degree a distortion of what I'm actually thinking, and that this trait is amplified on this blog.

Maybe next time I'll show up to class with a Sharpie. The non-eraseable kind.

Note: any inconsistencies or exaggerations in this story are the result of either my bad memory or great story-telling ability, or both.