"GO GET A HAIRCUT!"

No that's not what Archie said to the Meathead. That was my wife yelling at me today. You see I have naturally curly hair and the wife hates it when it gets too long. So she sends me out to get it cut. She is getting her hair cut tomorrow and I hate to tell you how much that is going to cost. We are going to the City to get it done and she wanted me to get my hair cut there. NO WAY!

I can't justify spending that kind of money on a haircut. I got my same seventies razor cut the Damien used to give to Scott Baio back in the day. Drives her crazy. Which is a feature not a bug. But I am not going to pay a ten times more to get my hair cut in the City.

We have to get a haircut

This is the instagram montage of my haircut.

Nowadays everything we do is immortalized and recorded.

I feel like Jesus.

Except he got to have long hair.

Hey I just had my ears lowered

The wife is on my ass to get a haircut because I am starting to look like Kramer. She keeps singing "Cha-cha-cha-chiiiaaaaaa" which imples that I look like a Chia Pet.

I tell her she should be happy that I still have my hair. People pay a lot to have curly hair like me. But in the interest of not listening to her for hours on end I went to get a haircut.

Now I used to go to one of my former clients who has a hair salon but I stopped going this year when I dropped her as a client. Plus I hate hair salons. They are like snake pits. Who wants to listen to those witches yammer. Plus they would all ask me tax questions and when she got excited he would cut my fuckin ear by mistake.

Luckily there is an old school joint down the block. The old Italian barber barely speaks English. He doesn't even know my name just that I am a big tipper. Guys come in and sit down and read the paper waiting for their turn. No talking. Just snipping. It's great.

Oh I got a 1970's razor cut just to piss her off.

Hee.