Well it's finally happening.
Like Samson, I'm getting my locks sheared. I hope it doesn't sap my strength.
Anh once asked me how my barber cut my hair. I said he didn't because for the last few years I've been cutting it myself.
So why am I headed to the mall tonight for a newer, shorter look? It's not because some Delilah insisted upon it. I've got an interview with the Michigan Conference and they're pretty conservative. So I'm taking a bit off and hopefully it makes a good impression.
I'm actually quite nervous about it. I went yesterday and interviewed the lady who's going to cut my hair. I laid down the line for her and poured out my insecurities about haircuts. When I go back in for the real deal, I've decided to make it double or nothin'. 50 bucks if I like it and nothing if I don't. I think I need to take a friend to hold my hand through the ordeal. Pray that all goes well.
I suppose pictures will be posted later...
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Hey Jeff, I'll hold your hand.
hmmm, I'm not so sure those $200 dollar scissors are going to do the job. Why don't you just invest in a $30 dollar pair. It's the hands behind the scissors that get the job done, not the scissors themselves.
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