A Little Off the Top

I see that you got divorced again.

So who was it this time,

another boy toy?

Oh what does it matter?

Like moths to a flame,

men would kill to be with a star like you.

Look, all your biggest moments right there.

LA, New York, Paris,

Tokyo, Milan, oh good God.

You remember Milan?

Not our best moment, you and me.

Oh I can still hear Adam,

you'll never work in this town again,

blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.

What a drama queen.

The highlight of my life.

And after all this time,

you still have the hair of a 20 year old,

flawless tips,

and perfectly balanced pigmentation.

So, what makes hair so fascinating?

It's the paradox darling.

I mean, hair's basically dead stuff.

So how can something dead

be so full of life?

It's soft.

It's delicate.

And it has this indescribable warmth

that just draws you in.

It's a crafty insidious tool of seduction.

It can spark a beautiful relationship

or destroy one in less time

it takes to run your hand through it.

Oh yeah, I know.

C'est la vie.

Of course you were the lucky ones.

Hair like yours only comes around once

in a blue moon.

You didn't have to work for it

or earn it.

You were just born and poof, voila!

There it was.

I am not suggesting that my extraordinary

original styling skills played any part

in your meteoric career,

but then again, it is hard to imagine