As usual, a month after a haircut, I need another one. Since I’m not so rich like Marilyn Manson who hopefully wishes to grow his ribs back, I went to some cheap haircut place in Chinatown.

I’ve never liked that place, and the smell and tone of the room just made it worse. Crap was all over the place, dirty couches everywhere, newspaper flying, and even cut hair near the door. This, unsurprisingly, didn’t lighten up my mood.

So after waiting for 20 minutes, I finally got seated on one of the crappy unconfortable chairs there. The first impression of the barber I got was that she was short - unbelieveably short. She almost had to reach for my head when I’m sitting down.

I thought that (hopefully) maybe she has some skills cutting hair.

I was wrong.

This came up in the mirror after the cut - not the entirely black thing, but the shape.

I swear I knew that the sides were unequal, but the barber just won’t listen and told me to piss off. So now I’m pissed and paranoid that my head is shaped irregularly - I took a picture and compared the two sides.

The red line is the shape of the left side of my hair. The green is the right. It’s either my eyes are so sore from tracing the image that I can’t see straight, or do the lines almost meet exactly?!

Once again I’m proven wrong by my own curiosity.