The Ricker likes his hairspray.
He is very particular about his hair, spending more time than anyone I've ever known getting ready--at least an hour a day. Every night, he spends another 15 minutes on it, respraying it so that it survives the night. I always wondered why he did his hair at night; maybe he was expecting a hot date in his dreams.
His hair is actually long on the sides so that he can mold it all the way around his head to hide his baldness. He cuts his hair himself, daily, though at least twice in the last 10 years, the Ricker's old secretary, Juice, has come to the house to cut it. She cuts a little, then he gets in the shower, washes it, and shows her where else to cut. She trims a little more, and the cycle repeats. And when he's "doing" his hair, he sprays the hell out of it, dries it, sprays it again, then uses his baby brush, which he has had since he was little, that has maybe 15 bristles left on it, so he can get those few little stubborn hairs.
The Ricker needs some industrial hairspray to keep everything in place. He used to be a big fan of AquaNet, but eventually, he switched over to The Dry Look. The Dry Look is normally found on the bottom shelf at stores, collecting dust. Afraid that they might go out of business (understandably so), he bought CASES AND CASES of the stuff, keeping them stocked in the "pantry" in the utility room. Great place to keep highly flammable hairspray . . . in the room with the furnace.
Though I was teased about it my entire life, the Ricker did not have a hairpiece. Until recently, that is. Last year, the Ricker purchased himself a brand new head of hair. He looks exactly the same. If anything, the Ricker is consistent.
He is very particular about his hair, spending more time than anyone I've ever known getting ready--at least an hour a day. Every night, he spends another 15 minutes on it, respraying it so that it survives the night. I always wondered why he did his hair at night; maybe he was expecting a hot date in his dreams.
His hair is actually long on the sides so that he can mold it all the way around his head to hide his baldness. He cuts his hair himself, daily, though at least twice in the last 10 years, the Ricker's old secretary, Juice, has come to the house to cut it. She cuts a little, then he gets in the shower, washes it, and shows her where else to cut. She trims a little more, and the cycle repeats. And when he's "doing" his hair, he sprays the hell out of it, dries it, sprays it again, then uses his baby brush, which he has had since he was little, that has maybe 15 bristles left on it, so he can get those few little stubborn hairs.
The Ricker needs some industrial hairspray to keep everything in place. He used to be a big fan of AquaNet, but eventually, he switched over to The Dry Look. The Dry Look is normally found on the bottom shelf at stores, collecting dust. Afraid that they might go out of business (understandably so), he bought CASES AND CASES of the stuff, keeping them stocked in the "pantry" in the utility room. Great place to keep highly flammable hairspray . . . in the room with the furnace.
Though I was teased about it my entire life, the Ricker did not have a hairpiece. Until recently, that is. Last year, the Ricker purchased himself a brand new head of hair. He looks exactly the same. If anything, the Ricker is consistent.
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