Dance After Dark Photography

Well, the unthinkable has happened. Three times now I’ve had bad hair experiences, but this one tops them all.

I went to Hair Cuttery in Lake Mary because I’ve been going there for years. An old friend from high school used to be the manager, and I got to know just about all of the hairdressers. Mind you, they all called me different names, but whether I was Walker, Jim, Mike or even Todd once, they knew my face. I was always happy with my haircuts there.

So this time it’s a tiny Hispanic lady named Fabi. All I wanted was the sides & back buzzed, my normal cut. Well, she cut diagonally across the front to the point where I had only two options. I could go with a mohawk, or I could go bald.

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