The morning after Christmas comes the boxing day — the perfect day to open gifts and rejoice in what that fat old man santa got for us, while technically it's just ourselves getting gifts for ourselves and our friends. Martin got me a watch — it was a small Apple watch to which he said I could keep it up when I'm running or simply making steps. "When you running... or simply to remind you when it's time to shave your hair" he said and we both laughed.
The very first thing I did after moving to Rose Hill was to cut all my hairs — and believe me it wasn't an easy thing to do but your boy had to go undercover and maintain that status as a normal middle income bald headed American man. For the first time in a decade I could feel the cold crushing my bones and my head in ways I never experienced before, and the winter didn't help.
"You like it?" Martin asked me, it was about the watch.