July 7th, 2000. That’s when I had my driver’s license photo taken. I weighed 200 pounds and I was letting my hair grow out. It wasn’t pretty.
My license expired in January. I tried to renew it in April and failed. But I didn’t give up. I persevered. I had to lie and cheat. I had to risk life and limb. But at last, today I renewed my driver’s license.
The sweat stains on my shirt are because of the fact that it was something like 107º with the heat index today.
After my harrowing bicycle trip to the DMV, I stopped by the barbershop for a haircut. David, the sketch artist, drew my picture, using my new license as a model.
My barber and I have reached a new level of understanding. Today he didn’t ask me how I wanted my haircut, and I didn’t tell him. We exchanged not a single word about it, yet I got exactly the haircut I wanted.