I used to have an afro.
That afro was legendary.
It drank and smoked more than I did.
It could make the beat drop.
One time, my afro fought a weave, and won.
I used to think my afro acted independently... but then I realized it was growing out of MY head.
This brought me to a realization.
What if I was the one who was cool... and NOT the afro?
Later that day my afro tried to kill me while I slept.
So I shaved my head, got a dog, and moved into the Rodeway Inn.
Nice to meet you.