I woke up one day and just got rid of the darned beard. Great story though.
I cut the beard off, which filled up a target bag. I realized then how bad my hair looked so i had to get that cut too. No "nice" placed could cut my hair until next week, so i did the logical thing. I went to the beauty school in front of WalMart. duh makes sense right.
So after five different waivers saying i wouldn't sue if they jacked my head up, i began the three hour task of getting my hair cut.
I had to answer questions about my receding hair line, oily skin, rough nail...etc. I was beginning to feel like a real looser and then....they asked me what i did for a living. I told then that i was a drummer. The room fills with laughter. Thanks....for the hair cut. Now i hate myself.
4 comments:
That is very nice... a hair cut and kick in the ego!!!
that's the brent hammett that i remember!
Did you get any solutions for the hairline thing? I'm a bit beyond hope, but maybe they had something good to prevent you from becoming like me!
You think that's bad - try going to the haircut place in Wal-mart, not across the street. Even worse and they charge for it. My first haircut back in American I went to Wal-mart...I still haven't recovered.
this story is great...even better is the fact that I found your blog
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