I am losing my hair. Once it was full and magnificent and now… not so much. My father has a full head of hair, salted and ever so slightly peppered. My mother has thick fabulous hair that frames her face and makes swishy sounds when she turns suddenly at unexpected noises. Like an air rifle firing but not. Me – I’m going all George Costanza. So I’ve taken to wearing a series of caps and hats but just can’t find a style that seems to be agreeable. Perhaps only certain people can carry off an ensemble that involves a hat… and then thought about my late teens when the Midnight and I were searching for an identity as other kids bop’d to Vanilla Ice and Run DMC.

Awkward. Very awkward. Even now. And with that in mind – enjoy this little sketch clip from the guys and gals at College Humor. Consider Midnight in the yellow visor shades… the Saturday with the sort receding hair and stray hand… in case you were wondering… ummm awkward.

The Gold Suite Rapper image appearing in this post is courtesy of Chad Theatrical. You have been warned but then… there is never any accounting for tastes. I own one of these hats. Word!