Of Hair and Things

So I needed to get my hair cut. But unlike most of you who would spend enough to feed a small african family to cut off your hair, I'm much more... frugal about it. So off I went to the nearest "saloon". Sit in the chair, "Wediya kota karanna epa", I tell him, hoping I wouldn't blind oncoming vehicles with the reflection off my skull on the way back.

He took out his shaving thingy, and swish, he stabbed it into my scalp. As he slowly pulled it away, I realized that I could see a bit more of my head than I'm used to. So I open my mouth to tell him to stop, but realized it wouldn't do any good since then I'd just look like Dr. Frankenstein cut my hair. So, with a look much like you see on inmates' faces when they are put to their first haircut at prison, I sat through it and let Mr. Sweeny Todd have his way with my hair.

So now I look like I went AWOL from the army.

Bleh, shit post.