Haircuts

I got a much needed haircut today and came up with a brilliant solution to make a lot of money and solve an age old problem. The problem, (and some of you may not think this is a big deal, and you would be right)but it would solve the age old problem of having to struggle through small talk with the person cutting your hair. I usually don't have a problem making small talk, but usually the small talk only lasts for 5 minutes. The small talk for someone cutting your hair lasts at least a half hour. A much harder task. Some salons have resorted to gimmicks like having a girl in a bikini cut your hair, which to me would just be really weird. And plus that wouldn't really solve the small talk problem. My idea would be to have a salon/barber that you would pay an extra five dollars just to have the stylist not talk. I am sure the stylist wouldn't mind the extra money and you could just sit there in peace. Mutually beneficial. Call it "Silent Styles" or "quiet cuts". Who wants to open the first branch with me?

Ready to make some paper

I realized how broke I was when I got paid on the first of this month and the next day I literally had 70 dollars to my name. Now, this isn't some sad sob story, and I'm not looking for any sympathy, but to put things into perspective, I can't even participate in my office Superbowl pick'em with a $5.00 entry fee. That's how bad it's gotten. To make things worse, I really needed a haircut... So I went to get my haircut yesterday and I think they had some recent beauty school graduates training there. Bunch of new young chicks that I've never seen and they just weren't as friendly as I am used to. No "hey, how you doing, I am so and so, I'll be washing your hair today... you want to follow me? Can I take your coat?" It was more "hi are you Mike? I'm gonna wash your hair." No "How you doin', can I take your coat?" So I sat there with my gigantic coat on my lap while she washed my hair. It wasn't at all awkward when I had the coat piled three feet high on top of me getting my hair washed. So I got my haircut..and they took my coat, but left my bag on the floor to get all hair all over it. But I really knew I was going to get a bad haircut when the girl asked me how I wear my bangs. My bangs? Seriously? Did you really just say my bangs? Uh, I am a MAN! I don't have f-ing bangs! Up? Down? HUH? Look, I just mess my hair up...pretty much the easiest hair to cut. Just do whatever. Just what you want when you're broke, shellin out 30 bucks to get a bad haircut. Alright back to the point of this... I have an ETSY page! Alright, it's just a start and has some bad photoshop, but you get the idea. And I have a shitton more sketches I can sell. Make great Valentines gifts for your girlfriends/boyfriends/wives/husbands/friends/mistresses. Help a brother out. and if you know me personally, don't buy anything through the site..i'll give you the "friend" discount. Pass it on! garlicisgood etsy site