What about the hair:

As an Army brat I naturally wore short hair from day one, but when I started school I was immediately ostracized and suddenly became “Dumbo” and “monkey ears.” Why? I was born with flop ears. I did the only thing I could, grew my hair long to cover my ears. Within my golden locks, I took shelter until I turned twenty and had my ears surgically corrected.

The first thing I did with my newfound freedom was cut my hair short and over the ears. Just like Sampson my luck immediately went south, and then my hair began to fall out. It seemed I had spit in the face of my best friend of fourteen years and it retaliated. As my hair hit the pillow, I pleaded, “I’m sorry,” and then promised my hair, “I wont mess with you if you don’t mess with me.” It’s been twenty years and my hairline hasn’t changed, so if it’s not broke don’t fix it. Every three years or so I cut my hair short, and then over the next few years I let it grow back out.