by adam mathes · subscribe · RSS · archive
I went to a barber this weekend.
For any normal human being, this wouldn’t be worth mentioning, but since I have a long, odd history of not getting my hair cut, it becomes somewhat noteworthy.
I’d never been to a barber before, and it seemed as though maybe it was one of those “things” I should try at least once. And Ian had raved about this barber.
My hair is too short. And not in a particularly good way, in a bad lame-ass-barber-shop way. I don’t think it works for me.
The barber molested Ian.
You probably think I’m exaggerating on at least one point, but I’m not.