Josh

The hair. My hair. I never really cared for it. I hate that I have super curly hair. It bugs the hell out of me. So I stepped out of the shower the other day and I just wanted a haircut. I didn’t feel like forking out money I don’t have for a haircut, and Gaby had said before she went to LA that she wanted to cut my hair, and I was feeling adventerous, so I said “Hey, want to cut my hair?” So we got everything together and I gave her some pointers, but I don’t think she really understood because she was so ecstatic about the fact that she was going to cut someone’s hair and she started chopping away. Which didn’t bother me till she said that I now had a couple bald spots in the back of my head. So again I showed her how you should cut hair and she finished the one side she was working on and that turned out pretty well, but I was shaken up about the two bald spots so I didn’t continue.
Next thing, I’m worried as all hell, so we drive over to Save On and I get some cheap hair clippers and I shave my head. Not completely, but pretty short. Kinda like a buzz cut, but now I don’t have to worry about the bald spots. I kinda messed up the back a bit, but I couldn’t really see and Gaby hasn’t fixed it yet, and since it’s so short, it’ll grow back fine, and it has so far.
Well, that’s the story.

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