It wasn’t until I chopped off my locks in favor of the JFK pomp that I thought to start carrying a pocket comb. Now, I am not sure how I ever got by without one. Quickly becoming a staple of my everyday garb, I use the little plastic piece as often as humanly possible. The office might think I ate something bad as trips to the mirror have become more frequent, but I care not. Plus, every time I pull the teeth of the $1.50 treasure through my do, I feel more and more like Ace from Wild Zero. And any girl that gets that reference is now the love of my life.The damn thing even says Ace…It’s perfect.