New Hair New Life
New Hair, New Life I, Mark Swanson, looked in the mirror and stroked my graying stubble and turned my head from side to side. I frowned, making myself look even older than the fifty-two years old I really was. The gray on my temples was rapidly moving through the rest of my hair. Soon, I'd look more like sixty. I sighed and headed through the house to the garage to go shopping. Along the way I noted the lavish and expensive furniture and things my wife had all but forced me into...