So it was time for a haircut. When you commonly get references to how your hair looks just like your mom's, you know it's about time. I ran into a problem though. I'm saving up to buy food and drinks to live, so I couldn't afford a super deluxe cut from a Fantastic Sam's or similar high end barber. So I did the next best thing...did it myself. And it didn't turn out half bad...First is a shot of me lookin' pretty smokin' hot with a mane of Grecian curls. Like I injected steroids into my hair.
I got halfway done and considered leaving it as a mullet. I figured this would cause a commotion with Denver's female residents (i.e. they'd be all over me and I'd have to hire several bodyguards to keep the ladies at bay). So I continued on my journey.
And this is the end product. Not too shabby. I miss my mushroom cloud of hair, but for now I at least look like I didn't just get home from a Phil Spector (below) convention.
2 comments:
my diagnosis? delicious! that first picture was awful, though. i have a love/hate relationship with that face.
Nice job Rob... we didn't think the curls were bad... it was just your Mommy! Seems you did a great job though... PLEASE don't tell PJ to cut his own hair... bad.
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