I started letting my hair dread back in February, no twisting, backcombing or chemicals, just paying attention to how the curls started to lock up until I had to start pulling them apart every morning.
Then I went to a music festival in Texas, drank too much rum and Joose on night, and woke up with about two thirds of my dreads in a pile by the door of my tent.
Right now I'm stuck on a beach in Alaska, trying to earn some cash as a dock worker. With a job that gets me…
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