March 2013, Weed, California — For months, or perhaps it’s been a few years, I’ve been cutting my hair with some clippers. It’s not that I’m too cheap to pay for a haircut, but I don’t like waiting around, and I don’t like sitting in the chair.
(Which is funny, because I sit in other chairs frequently, with no problem at all. Go figure.)
So last week, out of the blue, I thought, “Why not get a haircut?” I just thought that. For no reason.
And you know what?