Ba, ba, ba, my barber ran.

I walked down to the shop on Haight Street last night for my increasingly frequent and increasingly shorter haircut, only to find that Luis, my barber, has left the shop and skipped town. (Nothing delinquent, but just up and left.)

Hesitant, I decided to give a new girl the benefit of the doubt. That, and I was a good week overdue for a cut and I was ready to get cleaned up.

She was nice, but I got the distinct feeling I was only the second head of hair she had ever cut. Luis is very good at taking what I've got left and making the most of it. Clippers on the side smothly transtioning to scissors on top.

She did clippers on the side and scissors on the top, but with a distinct demarkation between the two. And she sort of "dug in" with the clippers to ge be a bald line across my right side. It's kinda military, and if I were thinner and buffer I could pull it off more than I can now.


It's not so bad, and certainly better than the previous messiness. But still, I long for Luis.


I'm down to a 1 on the sides. Barney, and now RMJ, are pushing for the full shaved look. I'm afraid I'll be all cheeks then. When I drop the el-bees, I'll consider it. Until then, just call me Shorn.