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I love the way hairs float off the top of my noggin, drifting past my eyes and gently touching my nose, letting me know another one has bitten the dust. I love getting on my hands and knees to check the shower drain, as water pelts my face. I love the way nizoral tastes in the morning, and especially love the way it reminds me of acid when it hits the eyes, beautiful. I love mirrors, I love looking at them constantly and agonizing over the whole Norwood I dropped last night. Mirrors in bar bathroom, I love em, I love em all. I love taking hormone altering drugs, I think it's my favorite part of male pattern baldness, besides having a huge forhead. Yep you can't beat it, literally, because it's limp, for f*cks sake. Oh but I love it. I love it when people point out my affliction and crack a few jokes, "hey you're starting to look like your dad, hey, hey". Gotta love those people, so much so, at those moments you just want to say thanks, with a BIG F*cking shot-gun to thier head.......................................I could go on all day abotu how much I love hairloss.