"Just be all cool and don't mind anything," my friend said, cutting my hair with the clipper. I was getting a haircut in the men's communal bathroom. My friend managed to get his hands on a haircut set for a bargain price. In the past he cut his own hair with it and even cut for another friend of his.
It was Mr. Star's Barber Shop, because his name meant "star" in Korean.
We brought a chair from the lounge and placed paper towels under it. We also used paper towels as the cover cloth. What a ghetto way to get a haircut. But hey, it worked.
In the end there was not much of a difference except the sides. It kind of resembled the Korean two-block cut. Nobody, in fact, could tell that I got a haircut. But hey, that's what mattered. The subtleness.
"I'm pretty happy I did a fine job," he said. "Looks good."
"Indeed, it's not too bad for a guy without a license!"
Then we went to McDonald's to grab some grub, and contemplated buying a deck of Yu-Gi-Oh cards at Walmart. My friend bought a blind assortment Spongebob lego toy, hoping that he would get Spongebob. And he did. At that point I felt like we were slowly retreating back to childhood, like Benjamin Button. It was nostalgic but somewhat sad.
Meanwhile my throat was bothering me. Figures since the entire suite was coughing. My roommate came down with chest congestions. Currently we all felt like shit. The air in this suite wasn't a very healthy one. But I'll be alright. We'll all be alright.
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