A Tale of Another Haircut
If you know me, you know my love of money. Mainly that I like to keep it. Horde it, stash it away like a hippie saving up kind bud for a The Dead show in Saugerties, NY. And unlike the poster of the previous post, I am not separated easily from my dough. Like Babs Streisand’s refusal to go gently into that good night of retirement and abusing the help from the perch of an electronic wheelchair, I refuse to pay a lot for this haircut, which is specifically designed to look like I didn’t get a haircut (or fashion, I am a slave to you!). So, Memorial Day weekend (when I was trying to remember whether to salute all warriors of past wars or if it was just the fallen ones we were homaging), I bought an electric head shaver. I know look like Matt Lauer without the brown nose.