Hair Addendum

There was this one time last year, when I went to this barber shop chain called Blue Club. They might have gotten the idea from Kmart’s blue light specials. I mean, this place was bottom of the barrel. $5. My excuse is that I still didn’t have a job at the time, so I was trying to keep my expenses down. One day I passed by one of these little hell holes, and with half a smile, thought, what the hell, let’s see what happens.

Well, the guy welcomed me in and offered to hang up my coat and take a seat. That was nice enough. He asked me what kind of cut I wanted. I said just a normal cut would be fine. He smiled and said okay. He then proceeded to beat my head with what I believe was a weed whacker, but my memory was so jarred by the repeated impact that I can’t be sure. After I was effectively lobotomized through bludgeoning, he unsheathed his “Scream-like-a-Banshee” shaver and went to town. Five minutes later (seriously), he finally showed mercy and put his torture devices to rest. I stumbled off The Chair in a bit of a dizzy state with my ears still ringing. I fumbled through my wallet to pay The Man the $1/min. job he did on me. And then I ran. I ran as fast as I could, as if hell itself were chasing me. Don’t look back, Cory! Don’t look back!


Pic of the Day:


Sunset from campus today