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My Wife Said, “Yeah, I think you lost sight of the story in this story, old sport.”

A tale of benevolent parasites that goes off the rails probably

Daniel Williams
8 min readMay 26, 2023

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When I was young, my cousin and I would save our hair for each other.

This didn’t mean we harvested it from shower drains or bagged it after haircuts then wove it into dolls with walkie talkies in their wombs so we could talk to each other through our hair babies like all the kids are doing these days. We just didn’t get haircuts. We let our hair grow and grow in preparation for our annual summer trip to northern Maine where we stayed for a week at the family camp.

We competed with our hair. We wanted to look like wild men: John the Baptist, Samson, the demon possessed, and, of course, the burning bush.

Whoever had the higher hair would be the Bright and Morning Beast, Lion of the Tribe of Youth, and the Son of Summer.

So my hair grew and grew through the fall and winter, becoming a meadow, a young forest. I was very proud of it, its height and density, but my proudest moment occurred at Grammy and…

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Daniel Williams

A poverty-stricken, soft Batman by night. Illustrator and writing teacher by day. Previously: McSweeney’s, Slackjaw.