#TellAlice I'm tall, pale, and Irish. I used to have long, strawberry blonde hair when I was growing up. People loved to touch it, braid it, etc. I was not a fan of people touching me, so one day in highschool, I went nuclear and had my friends come over, shave it into a mohawk, dye it neon green, and rubber cement it into a huge fuckoff fan.

A few months later, the only path forward was to shave it bald to get rid of the rubber cement.

And that's how I ended up in rural Idaho, with a shaved head, *not* being assaulted and left in a ditch by a random group of neo-nazi skinheads that hassled me on my walk to the country bar to sneakily buy smokes from the old cigarette machine there.

It was a surreal interaction. Fuck Nazis.