I brought this up a while back and now I’m addressing it again… tomorrow is the day for another dreaded haircut and I need some advice. After a few lackluster cuts it’s time for me to gear-up and know what I’m going to be asking for when I throw my ass in the barber chair tomorrow. Over the last couple weeks I’ve been watching a lot of Leave It To Beaver and I can’t help but admire Hugh Beaumont’s smooth suits and most importantly his kick-ass haircut! Now here’s the question… how do I translate that cut into words that will result in the look I’m going for? Do I need to find a 90 year old barber who knows the look or is this something pretty basic that any dude who is worth his weight in Barbacide should be able to pull off? Advice?
There’s a land that I have heard about So far across the sea To have you on my dreamland Would be like heaven to me We live together on that dreamland And we’ll have so much fun We’ll get our breakfast from the trees We’ll get our honey from the bees We’ll take a ride on the waterfall We’ll count the stars in the sky And surely we’ll never die
…my 25th high school reunion was this weekend. And my reaction was simple, why the hell would I have wanted to pay money to see a bunch of people I didn’t particularly care for back then and not-a-one who I have stayed in contact with since? It’s odd, some guys hold onto the belief that high school was the best time of their lives, their glory days so to speak, and they want nothing more than to recount their high school days with a bunch of balding, gray haired, fat guys who they once knew before time and the stresses of real life left their mark on their once youthful faces. I on the other hand, have nothing but lousy, cloudy and vague memories of the time I spent in high school and I really only remember the endurance it took getting out of bed each morning just to get those weekdays over with; counting down each day to graduation like a inmate doing 10 years on an armed robbery rap, making marks on his cell wall to distinguish one day from the other. My life began after high school and I don’t for one minute regret ever not keeping in touch with my graduating class - they were people who passed through my life without leaving a trace and I could not care less about any of them.