A boy, playfully, teasingly, fits a ram's skull on his head, thinking it's amusing, fun and cool, and wears it to illicit amusement

The boy continues to wear it, first occasionally then frequently, sometimes even forgetting to take it off. He does this often enough that it inevitably becomes a characteristic of his, first to others, then even to himself.

Overtime the ram skull evolves additionally into a tool, its utility intimidation, as well as comfort wear...a sort of security from analysis...and so he leaves it on, even in sleep, throughout adolescence, into early adulthood.

Eventually, life, as it always does, demands from him obligations which the skull interferes with, and it starts to reveal and develop itself as a burden to the now-full-grown man.

He tries to take it off, and realizes with horror that he can't...he has grown into it and it's now stuck on his head with terrible resilience.

Now a man, what once amused the young now repels, sometimes with weariness, other times with a crass brand of intimidation...always fatal to opportunity, sometimes catalytic to danger..

Throughout life he struggles, trying to explain that the skull is stuck and he can't take it off, growing more and more desperate, inquiring, then asking, then finally begging anyone and everyone for help or at least understanding...he is offered very little of both.

In a climax of desperation, he tries to take it off in a fury, by any means, and accidentally breaks one of the horns, cutting himself significantly, and making the ram skull even more dangerous, which now has a broken horn sharper than ever before.

As the years go by, he gives up, and acclimates to his circumstances, indifferent and alone, sometimes embracing it; the common psychological response of a pariah desperate to feel anything other than stress, shame or lonliness. It stays stuck to this day...