Oh Lil' Black Skally Cap...

...I hardly knew ye.

I need to call for a moment of silence. That cutie hat I was wearing in the lone wolf picture met its maker in the wilds of the Kruger National Park. Alone and lonely, it now lies helpless on the bottom of an open safari truck.

I didn't know it very long, in fact I just met it in New York City back in January. But, it sure made me feel cute, and covered up many a greasy hair. Protected me from the sun, and covered the zits on my forehead. Please pour a little beer out tonight onto the ground in memory of my favorite hat.