The Worst Haircut Of My Life

A traumatic run-in with the barber on East 3rd street

July 13th, 2017
Alphabet City— New York, NY

I woke up with a throbbing headache.

For once it wasn’t just a hangover. It was also because my hair had grown so long that when I rolled out of bed it bunched up on top of my head to make me look like Marge Simpson. I was in desperate need of a haircut.

I ambled down to the new barber that had opened a block fro…