I spent many hours as a teen watching the movie Hair. Then later I spent many more hours driving around town in a convertible with my hair blowing around while listening to the soundtrack of American Gigolo. Cheryl Barnes and I were intimate…now I have much less hair and Cheryl is no longer in my life. Where are you Cheryl? Where is my hair? I know they're both around here some place.
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