No Country For Old Barbers

Earlier today I decided to get a haircut, and, after discovering that my first two choices for haircut establishment were closed on Mondays, I settled for my third choice: this old school (presumably) Greek guy. I knew he was predisposed to military-short haircuts, but I figured I had walked too far to return unkempt.

After playing it safe and showing him a picture from a magazine of what I might want, his first move was to cut 2-3 inches off of my hair without warning. There was no turning back.

Now I learned a couple things from this: first, never settle for your third choice of anything, and that this is no country for old barbers. When all the old timers who like their hair "high and tight" lose their hair, this guy and all the barbers like him will be out of business. It's still all about the customer, no matter how badly you want to make me look like your 15 year old nephew on a Christmas card.

Say It Ain't So

After the New England Patriots somehow managed to lose some sporting event (football I think?) last Sunday, I realized that I know understand why people choose to pretend things never happened.

It is much easier. Sure, it's immature, but I refuse to move on to the acceptance or even anger stages of grief. I want to go back to the good old days when I could be the arrogant asshole who cheered for the winning team. I already miss those days, and maybe, just maybe, I can hold out this fantasy of mine just a little bit longer.

Until I see another Giants jersey- then I am going to lose it.