Roy/Michael uncut
OR
But, there you have it. Swallow hard, weep if you must, gnash your teeth, wring your hands, rend your garment and fall prostrate on the linoleum -- it's still going to be true, so...
say a prayer for the hair, but
Le Roy est cut! Vive le Roy!
but -- Michael...will
MICHAEL be able to perform as
efficiently with short hair?
Will the former "Samurai Samuelle" be as aerodynamic when racing down Hong Kong hallways?
Will he still be able to hint at intense, buried emotion and express deep thought without tucking a tress behind his ear?
Will he be able to step up on a loading dock without looking? "Van" a guard with
the same gusto?
Rely on peripheral vision to smoothly dispatch a lunging slime?
Disable salsa club lowlifes with a one-armed
whackarooni? Seduce the gullible femme of the week?
Leap tall buildings in a single bound?
(oops, wrong "super" man...)
Tell Nikita what she wants to hear?
January 2000
And so here we are, facing the new millennium, and we pause to
take a look back at the Year of the Cut.
Though we still grieve for
the chocolate locks of own "Stone Cold Samuelle", we have
discovered, that -- unlike Samson, with his own unfortunate
lopped-dilemma, Michael's strength has grown.
While a deep human sensitivity
was uncovered by this unspeakable shearing, he
remains tough and capable
in his profession. In fact, along with those treasured
tresses, he has shed
his former reluctance, and emerged to seek love and
commitment in his personal life. We have an evolved and ardent Michael, choosing life.
His panel may contain Section's mission profiles, but his
private target is total fulfillment.
We continue to mourn the hallowed hair, but we admit
that this coif (while itself a little stiff and mousse-y)
has both softened and streamlined Section's
Best-Asset-On-Two-Mission-Pantsed-Legs.
(oh, yeah, and it seems to have done okay
for Roy, as well!)
We want it long and lovely -- but we'll
take it short and sweet, if we have to...