You gotta give this guy some credit, hear me out.

Even as rich as he is, he still finds the time every single two weeks to visit some po-dunk community, miles off the main highway, not even a Walmart within two hours, simply to find good ol’ American salt of the Earth type people that don’t even recognize him.

Once he arrives at that destination, it’s not off to the most expensive kept-secret B&B, it’s not off to the most expensive trail boss for exotic hunting, no no, it’s to the cheapest fucking cost cutters barber that side of Oklabama to get that godawful Data-from-Star-Trek:TNG haircut.

Or at least I hope that’s the story behind his hair, because there can be no other plausible reason for it.