Some while back it was more than obvious that my regular barber was getting a little less profficient and I was getting a little less comfortable out in public. The answer, I decided, was to just keep getting little trims in order that I could get the hair long enough to give some “new talent” a fresh slate. Well for the first time in a few years I went some place new…excited over the prospect of finaly looking somewhat presentable………now I sit here at these keys looking like an attack victim of Edward friggin Scissorhands. I got me a cow lick so stinking huge it can only be best described as an Indian friggin headress.
Now I can’t possibly be the only poor sob that perpetually suffers this kind of thing ….can I ?…so I decide to investigate and today while standing in a 22 minute line at the Post Office I start checking out every one elses head. I’ll be dipped if every man in there didn’t have a ballsed up haircut….except the guy behind me, and so I had to ask……
” Not from around here are ya?”
” Why no” he said, “Why do you ask?”
“Just wondering” and at that point I had to leave as the line still hadn’t moved and I could feel my cow lick growing by the moment….
your friend, Eagle Feather
