Elia – 2942 grafts
As a young man, I associated an incredibly thick mane with beauty, charm and strength. It was sensual. I exuded a sense of pride, confidence and an inordinate vigor for life. As time progressed, however, it was rather painful to notice that I was thinning slightly. It bothered me immensely. Long hair meant vitality. I hated short hair, let alone a receding crown vainly translucent with a comb over. My rooster's comb was diminishing, much like Sampson's dominance over a lock of his hair. Hyperboles and metaphors aside, I needed a permanent solution, one that would help restore my youthful looks - sanity notwithstanding.