So I get my haircut at this little place at Augusta and Ashland. I'm not even sure it has a name, all I know is that it's got a big red sign out front that reads "$6 Haircuts," which is about as cheap as you can find in my parts. It was the first place I went to when I moved to the city roughly two years ago. One of my co-workers at the Starbucks I worked at when I first moved here said he rode by it on the bus every day, so I figured I'd check it out. (He didn't actually go there, of course: he just told me about it. He was a gay, and gay men don't get $6 hair cuts.

Well, I've gone there about a half dozen times since, and every time I've gotten a fine haircut: certainly one worth six bucks. But the folks that work there speak VERY LITTLE English, and that always makes me a bit nervous for about the first five minutes or so, cause I'm never quite sure if they understand my instructions. If there's one person out there you don't want to misunderstand your instructions, it's the person working on your scalp with a a razor and a pair of scissors. It's not like ordering a burrito or telling a cab driver where to go. A mistake during a haircut is a mistake you'll have to live with for at least a couple weeks.

So, like I've said, it's all worked out fine so far. But if any of you see me one day with a bowl cut or a completely shaved head, you'll know it wasn't actually my idea.