In New York I had been going to same hairstylist for a few years, not because I had a great rapport or relationship with him, just because at a certain point I figured I should just stick with one person. Well now that I’m in San Diego I have to find a new place to get my haircuts.

The first place that I’ve tried yesterday is a small barbershop where I had my fastest haircut in several years, or ever probably. It took about ten minutes, cost $10 and the front of my hair looks like the bowliest of bowl cuts I’ve had since my mom used to cut my hair when I was a kid. But with a little hair stuff to mess it up, it looks basically fine. When I got home I realized she probably could’ve taken more off the back but I wasn’t really paying that close attention.

Anna ended up fixing it so that I don’t have to feel like Moe from the Three Stooges.