The other day, I got a haircut at a barber shop on a military base, something I haven't done in more than 30 years. Now I remember why. After looking at the G.I's coming out of the place, I'm thinking this might have been a mistake. Before I get into the chair, I talk to the brother and tell him I don't want to look like a G.I. and ask if he can just give me a trim. In other words, don't buzz me, bro. He assures me that I'll be lookin' good when he's finished. Long story short, the brother "buzzed" me. He said now you look just like your id picture taken over 30 years ago. I'm sayin', now do something about the wrinkles. As for a comb, I won't be needing one for a while. No, pictures are not forthcoming.
Friday, May 30, 2008
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