#9: The Worst Haircut Of My Life

A traumatic run-in with the barber on 3rd street between Avenue C and B

Diary Entry:
July 13th, 2017

Dear Diary,

I woke up today with a headache 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 my local snippety-snipper a block from my apartment. I popped my head in the door and a tall bespe…