I’m standing in Brooke’s bathroom looking in the mirror. I just got a haircut from my childhood barber, Debbie, and I’m wondering why I let her cut it so short after I had waited so long to let it grow out so long. It is cut in a buzz cut so short that I can see red bumps on top of my head.
Sunday, February 4, 2007
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