Meet the Joe, middle aged average guy that you probably had met, but never paid a bit of attention to him. Joe had a little problem. I said a little? Oh, not for him.
He was bald and all he was dreaming about was beautiful shiny gleaming streaming jet-black hair.
Once he walked in the park and hummed some popular song and, he even didn't realized why, gazed at some advertising poster. And that's it! Amazing mixture from tropical bird milk for rich and flossy hair had been found.
Joe bought one and hurried to make a test. Pharmacist said that Joe should scrutinize instruction notes, but Joe didn't care - the more hair, the better. And he emptied the bottle onto his head.
In the evening he dreamed and pretended his new haircuts and shampoos and lotions.
Next morning he felt... Yes it was hair! Needless to say that he was celebrating his victory over baldness.
He was doing his hair.
He was brushing his hair.
He was combing his hair.
That was a real victory, but wait. Joe realized that there was to much of it. Hair was growing and growing and Joe could not stop 'em. He was cutting them for a day, but had not succeed. After all in the evening, tired and desperate he fell asleep.
Next morning he felt... Yes there was no hair! Joe celebrated his victory of baldness.
