We have a young, heartbroken hipster friend. He's very downtown, very Brooklyn. Due to a intractable dandruff affliction, the poor lad can't wear black. That's not a problem. It's a gamestopper, a catastrophe. I can think, really, of nothing worse. By God's mercy, Smoothstar has the cure!
A few years back after finishing a punishing plumbing debacle at my brother's house, I needed a shower urgently. Due to the nature of the plumbing work there was no hot water. I hit the shower anyway, it can't wait. No soap, but a bottle of shampoo. After a quick rinse I lather up, head, body, beard, the works. What's that weird smell, I ask myself. I look at the shampoo bottle and it is Sargent's medicated mange glop for the dog. It rinses off real hard , due to the icey water.
Like many great discoveries. A fortuitous accident. I, who likewise, had been a martyr to the falling flakes, was cured of dandruff forever. Apply once a year according to directions. Some irritation my occur.
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