Now go get a swastika tattoo.
It's hot with them, they constantly get in the way, it's inconvenient to run with them, you have to wash them often, I'm tired of them...
And besides, I haven't had a haircut since I graduated. That's been about three years. It's a saving on the barber, of course, and you can then spend that money on some stale beer or a bag of Aria, but everything eventually comes to an end. Maybe I've bought myself another couple of years – the idea of growing new ones, even better than the old ones, looks tempting.
In winter, of course, it's convenient. But now I'll have to dust off that thing I have lying around in a dark corner.
However, now I can headbutt chickens, not waste time combing, wash as many times a day as I want without discomfort, refresh myself with a handful of water spread over my skull, and many other pleasant things.