I came across a picture of my
mother and my sister and me. I took the time to look at the photo in detail. My
mother and sister look great, but I look funny. There was something wrong with
my hair. I had a bad haircut. My bangs were bluntly chopped and in general it
looked like my barber had failed. My wolf teeth smile might have had something
to do with it, but I was focused on my hair.
I got to thinking who are these
barbers anyways, and where do they learn to cut hair? In the military? I put an
awful amount of trust in my barber and I know nothing about him. It’s no
wonder I feel uncomfortable when I walk into his shop. I don’t take photos often, but when I
do, I usually have a bad haircut. It’s strange that way. It doesn't feel like I have
a bad haircut when I have a bad haircut. It could be coincidence, but I doubt
it. Anyway, I’m letting my hair grow long, F-it.
