One night Zebulun called. He asked if I'd take a digital picture of him if he dropped by. Sure thing. My buzzer rang and I came down in my pjs. With his girlfriend waiting in the car, Zebulun walked in, bald as a cueball. He came into the first door, not even the second security door. So in the foyer, I snapped his picture.

He left.

The next day I got an email saying, "You're the kind of pal who would store the body in your trunk." I took it as praise, but hoped my friendship with Zeb wouldn't come to that.

Turns out that March 20th was the first day in a year long experiment of Zebulun not doing anything to his hair. Thus, on March 19th the following year, he returned for the second photograph.

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