I was probably the only white guy in my school, if not my city, that you could find shopping in the local hair weave supply store. I forgot the name of the place. I decided I wanted long hair, but I had a mohawk, dyed black, and didn't want to wait for it all to grow out. so i started buying extensions and braided them into the mohawk. so on friday my hair was roughly down to my chin and the following monday it was down past my ass. i kept it that way for a while until i got sick of braiding. i liked the look - something like predator meets andrew eldrich - but i hated the maintenance. combat boots and a red-lined cape... hmm. and my dad was in the army. HA!