I noticed a beautiful woman the other day, and I watched the way she walked.
At this point I feel like I should tell you that she had EVIL HAIR (but more on that in a moment)
It was like falling silk, cascading to her waist as each motion flowed and slipped into the next. I could see the world in her.
My staring wasn't sexual, it was artistic admiration, I felt like I was watching a marble statue strut across the supermarket.
But I couldn't get her hair out of my mind, it was stupid, an unforgettable lyric from an idiot song on the radio. Hair that moved like it was alive, and I couldn't forget it.
I wanted to draw it... To capture that haunting, stupid, evil hair...
And so I did (in my own way)
Somewhere a girl with devil hair is living her life, and doesn't even know what she's done to me.