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last week, i got my hair cut by a man named patrick. he has large, colorful tattoos on his forearms and a walrus mustache. i am a sucker for the sleek, modern lines and beautiful sunlight in his salon.

i used to get my haircut by a woman named pearl. her salon was in her basement and decorated with large, fluorescent colored flowers. hippie style. it suited her well.

i didn't switch hair dressers for any of the aforementioned characteristics, although reading back, it sounds like a comparison. in which pearl might lose. but no. patrick lives closer to me.

i was going to grow my hair out, but i got fed up with it and decided to cut it shorter again. this is what usually happens. i get sick of the grow-it-out phase and suddenly decide that i must get my hair cut. immediately. that day if at all possible. actually, that is another reason i switched to patrick. pearl was always booked out for weeks.

anyways... i really like the haircut. and i really liked how patrick styled it. which is rare. not for patrick, but for hairdressers and me in general. only problem is, i can't really recreate how he did it. because i am a hair styling dunce. i've tried. not that hard, but i have tried.

all that is to say, don't expect it to look like this too often. expect more of the messy, undone look.