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.