Abrupt end of journey
Last summer, went back to Morocco.
Plane landed on July 8, Sunday afternoon.
Monday, my parents asked me to cut dreads. I refused.
Tuesday, I was to either cut them or get out of the house for good. I chose to cut them.
That's what I get for being born muslim i guess. Then again, I'll be restarting some time in the future, though it might have to wait for a couple years. It was nice to have dreadlocks, I appreciate the help this community provides. I wish you all the best.
I'll be Bach.
updated by @spookedread: 10/15/18 05:04:40AM