Little Barbershop of Horrors

Well, Sarah cut my hair yesterday and now that I've gotten the bleeding to stop, I can write all about it. Sarah and I have cut my hair before, and this time we tried to actually make it look like a normal haircut, but as usual we just ended up pretty much buzzing my hair down to stubble that looks alot like Hiroshima after the bomb. And again I look like a cheap imitation of Justin Timberlake. I take all the blame, because I thought we could do it ourselves and I wanted to save money.



Could you imagine trying to machete your way through this jungle?



"Hold still, little boy..."



"If I hold still, will you promise to stop chanting voodoo curses while you do this?"