There was a time when I simply wanted to part my hair down the middle back when I was in middle school. In high school I wanted to get my tips highlighted. Both times my parents forcefully rebuked me and made it perfectly clear it was not to happen in any way, size, shape, or form. I guess I was just to much of a wuss because my brother has gone “balls to the wall” as it were in his most recent decision:

Pretty fly for a white guy

Let the bloodbath begin. I take no responsibility and hereby wash my hands clean of this act. He’s a grown boy and he made his own color choices. If he should pass away soon I’ll be sure to post the information for where you can attend his funeral :)