The title image for the RIA Adventure, "ALL ABOUT DJ BENNY’S HAIR!".

A RIA Adventure

Created by DJ Benvenuto the Raccoon

There was a time when DJ Benvenuto had a massive ’fro.
Here are the pictures to prove it.

Raccoons don’t have hair that long...

After just about 9 months of not cutting my hair, I have managed to grow a huge thing on my head.

At times I think it is alive.

These are some pictures of me and my hair. Hope you emjoy. Yes, I know I said EMJOY. I don’t feel like correcting myself. This page is about ME. HAHAHA.

I’m not obsessed with myself.
Really. No lie.

This was about 7 months in.

It was a failed attempt at cornrows or braids or something like that. Didn’t look very good. Then again, I didn’t expect it to. It was... bad...

This was also about 6 or 7 months in.

It is flat. Very flat. That is next to impossible to do. You see, my hair has its own gravitational pull, which is immune to just about anything. Only after wearing a hat for several hours, is this, in any way, achievable.

It is simply amazing how much you can fit in my hair.

What is in it? Straws and lots of them. Slightly over 363 of them to be more precise.

A somewhat closer look at my “straw head”.

It took about 15 or 20 minutes to get all those in there. When it was done, my head felt a good pound or two heavier. In case you’re curious, this was in the 9th month.

This was a very recent picture.

It is what is commonly known as “bedhead”. Yes. I look horrible in the morning.

Special note: that is my favorite t-shirt.

now back to the blog...

Here is a half-lamed pompadour.

I’m sure I can do better, but my hair is very.... rebellious. Now I’m just missing the Japanese high school jacket and then I can be a total bad-cool guy.

No, that is not a wig.

That is my hair in all its full blown glory. Although, I wouldn’t exactly call it glory. More like a very, very hot glory. It gets pretty hot under all that hair.

More of that insane ’fro.

Yep, I look scared. You know why I look scared? Because I’m afraid of that hair. I mean look at that thing. One day I’m gonna wake up and I won’t be able to see anything. It is slowly taking over. It is a beast. Look at me, I’m so scared I think I “shat” myself.

It is slightly more subdued in this one.

Or maybe it is the sunglasses. Perhaps those sunglasses distract attention from my hair. Perhaps I should wear more facial accessories. Perhaps.

On the bright side, I look like such a rockstar.

Look at me. I belong in some crazy 60’s rock band alongside Jimi Hendrix. I belong in some band with some crazy name like “The Gratefully Exploding Train of Dead Hippies in Fields of Aromatherapy”.


Well, that’s all I could scrounge up.

Now, I know you need to go pleasurably explode.

So go. And yes, I know it is nothing more than pity pleasurable exploding.


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