To the guy with the dandruff problem

Hey.

You don’t know me, but I know you. In fact, I know you pretty well. Even though I didn’t get to see your face too clearly, I saw the back of your head… and your powdered shoulders.

I felt so bad you weren’t able to see the amount of dandruff you had. Seriously. It was like the several inches of snow fell in a centralized location. In cases that extreme, someone should’ve told you. Of course, that someone would’ve had balls of brass. Mine aren’t brass, they’re platinum, so I was out of the running.

To make matters worse, you were wearing a burgundy dress shirt (and that's a crime all to itself). When you know Desonex isn’t working, wear a white shirt. It’s so much easier and won’t make others snicker behind your back (and shoulders). Well, that and white goes with everything, including dandruff.

Even if I had the flakes (which I don’t, or ever had), I wouldn’t subject myself to making my scalp problems any more obvious to others. I know when to hide things that need to be hidden and when to show things off when they need to be seen (like my track marks).

For your sake, I’m praying God is watching and sends a strong gust of wind your way. It would make it easier on all of us.

Best,
Steven.