Hair on the Highway
The last stop before madness where you get a drink so cheap it hurts and a hair cut so bad it might start a war.
I got a buzz cut. My dad said, 'You look like a robot who got hit by a hair dryer.'
My hair looked like a tornado hit my head. I’m still mad.
I came in for a trim. I left with a new identity and a coupon for a free drink.