Jonntag´s hair always reflected his last relationship. If she had worn it long, he wore it long. If she was blonde, he wore it blonde. If she was bald (and there had been that one time), well, he went bald. It took me a year to realize exactly what was going on. For a man as... relationally versatile as Jonny, it´s a wonder I didn´t figure it out after two months. In the end it was his mate Sammy that clued me in.

We were passing the mall on our way to catch the number 19 bus when Sam stopped us up short.

"Look at that," he said. There in the local SuperCuts sat Jonny. Some tight-lipped, ponytailed lass was taking a pair of scissors to his long locks. He had only sported the dreads for a couple of weeks and the wax hadn´t quite set yet.

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