Alas, the salon is now the Golden Crust pizza joint, but several years ago I got my hair cut at the Glory of God hair salon west on Michigan ave. The friendly lady seemed a little surprised by my arrival but as her child played in the background, she did a wonderful job cutting my hair and telling me here life story and dreams. I got a blessing when I left, Amen!
Apparently the haircut wasn’t that great. A few moths latter when I went to Ikes, to get my hair cut buy Rock and Roll Cindy, she exclaimed as she combed, “What the fuck happened to your hair, did you get gum in it?”
I cut my own hair now. It all started with two margaritas and a pair of scissors. . .
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