Ideas are still flying: wigs, convertible styles, caps, and the last and most incredulous one- a beret.
For the life of me, i cannot fathom dear ol' Richie with a beret perched on the top of his very evil head. Its so wicked that it should be a crime worthy of death to even think if setting that abomination upon his pate.
Till then, the hair grows on and on and on.

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