Hair today, gone tomrrow...

I wrote about my barber this summer. He was arrested for back child support while cutting my hair.

I had a good barber. He did a solid job of cutting my hair.

My new barber cuts in the same shop and in the same chair. He does a fine job on my hair, but a horrible job on my hairline and face.

I don’t think my hair is hard to cut. I go in, sit down, get a hair cut, and go home. I never complain about the hair cut or over scrutinize the hair cut. If I get a good compliment about my haircut (rarely ever in my life), I say thank you and move on. However, with my new haircut, I don’t think I can go back into that shop and simply move on. This new barber and I are through. He has to go!

I have marks across my face and hairline where my new barber has butchered me up. After I finished with my hair cut and went home, I realized my mustache was uneven and that my beard was lopsided.

I will not let my new barber cut my hair again. I must shave my facial hair and look thirteen again