#9: The Worst Haircut Of My Life
A traumatic run-in with the barber on 3rd street between Avenue C and B
July 13th, 2017
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…
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