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Monday, February 02, 2004   My dad was a jarhead, through and through. He came home after a long tour of duty during Nam and attacked me. Didn’t even say hello. Just rammed my head into the living room wall. I had long hair, maybe two inches, but the bad thing was those two inches were bangs. He grabbed a razor and just kept hacking.  He eventually got it all off. My head was bleeding from thirty places. Yeah, now I understand. 12:12:07 PM    on the other hand  []