When Barbers Attack.

It's been a while since I've been back to my mulleted old barber. Sadly he wasn't there to give me my cut, so I scoped out the place for another candidate.

The rule of thumb, as I understand it, is look for the guy with the worst haircut. The theory being that he is the best, and all others know it. This unfortunately failed for me.

I'll spare you the photograph, but think jarhead meets egghead, add a dash of Grimley and you're there. Luckily for me, it will largely grow back before I see my wife in June.

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