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“Puppy’s Barbershop:You’re ugly when you arrive, but you’re handsome when you leave.”
My eyes wandered from the handmade sign, past photos of a younger Puppy, along the fuchsia bicycle with a handmade child seat on the crossbar, to the 1950s barber’s chair where a young macho was having his coif maintained by the patient Puppy of signage fame. 500 more words
I didn’t end up sleeping at all last night. The time as I begin writing this is currently 8pm, so I’ll have a nice sensible early night tonight before I go out tomorrow. 1,030 more words
I gave up long ago on the notion that I could fool anyone into thinking I had a head of hair.
It started thinning on top while I was still in college, which I suppose I always knew was a possibility because my dad’s hair had been thinning since I was a kid but he’d maintained a solid widow’s peak that only looked silly when he tried to make it look fuller than it was (good God, why didn’t anyone talk him out of the perm idea in the 80s)? 900 more words