looks worse than ever

so yesterday i got a haircut from the gayest asian man i've seen in quite a few months. He spoke about 10 words of 'savvy,' so I've no idea what he was trying to communicate (well, i've an idea, or two concerning the direction he thrust his gist, so to speak).

just nodded, smiled, and told him to cut away ~ didn't matter much to me how he went about it.

it's during such moments (when a dude is fondling your head basket for what must be an inappropriate time period), that you really figure out if you're able to downshift the zen-box into Relaxed.

oh, i was relaxed, baby.

you wanna throw some gel on your hands and rub my head? ... whatever dude. couldn't make that shit up. go right ahead, brother.

Hell, make yourself a little memory of it.
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