I found my new head at a flea market.
Some people might think it a strange place to shop for body parts, especially important, highly visible ones, but there are some great deals here and I prefer supporting local artists. Besides, what’s the point in getting after-market parts if you’re just going to get the same ones everyone else does?
It wasn’t as symmetrical as the one I was born with, or the two I’ve had since, but it had its own quaint, homemade charm. Eyesight seemed good, tastebuds were all there. Nothing pierced I wasn’t prepared to deal with. Plus there was room for more attachments. What do you think?
I’ll have to get used to not having hair, though. My last head had a great lion’s mane of thick, lustrous growth flowing back over my shoulders. It was really spectacular, but it had a habit of getting caught in automatic windows and factory equipment, which is what ultimately led to my thrifty shopping, insurance being what it is.
So far I’m really liking the new one. I need to take a wire brush to the inside and get some of the dirt off, but it should clean up nicely.
Now if you’ll excuse me, there’s a booth by the farmer’s market with some excellent frontal lobes and I want to get there before they get picked over. Good morning!