Years ago I used to shave my hair or bring short, my past habit of punk. Prior to that, and as a symbol of teenage rebellion, some cairelitos fell off my head.
Now try to keep it short but not much, but I leave it long seasons because going to an aesthetic and let a woman or a homosexual cut my hair is like letting a coyote butchering chickens.
I traveled hundreds of aesthetic and hairdressers after more than three years had found the perfect hairdresser, but that for more than eight years. This I mention he did not need to ask me how I wanted it, got his scissors and knife through my tousled hair to give them some order. At some point quit or ran. He never returned, or returned to realize that a skirt was in charge of destroying the hair of their customers.
So I went again in search of a decent place to understand is that a blunt a blunt. It seems that if not cut more than three inches of hair they have not done their job.
had only a few weeks ago medium length hair with the intention of letting it grow to cover neck and ears in this cold winter ahead. Cherish and long to leave in a few hands entangled thin. No matter if the hair is ridiculously juvenile in a front that is full of wrinkles and extending nearly half of the skull. No matter. I wanted long hair with natural curls hanging, hiding the gray profuse that populate it. That meant, but again a skirt was given the task of tuzarme.
What to do about it and cut your losses? Wait, just wait. The only good result of a haircut is that it grows back, bigger and bigger. So do not wait for spring, I hope the winter, I hope the hair grows long enough, expect to find a barber or a barber who speaks English, enough to understand that I do not look military. I hope.
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