My first time

A few hours ago, I had virgin hair. 

We're a rare breed, those of us who have never dyed. We feign in dramatic situations and never quite dive into uber-trends. We're slightly selfish, slightly self-conscious commitment phobes who speculate about what something as small as hair dye would do to the psyche. I was proud of my virgin status and stood firm in my meaningless natural-colored righteousness. But in my final summer of freedom, I decided that I would stage the ultimate act of adolescent rebellion and experiment with my grooming habits. 

Gone grape.