Dapper Kem

I had my hair cut last night. Sean, my barber, was his usual silent self. I've mentioned that I'm not one for light conversation with the person cutting my hair.

After he was done with the hair on my head he then proceeded to trim my eyebrows. Very carefully with a scissors and comb. Sticking to established custom he didn't ask first.

I don't know what to think about that. When I was younger, I felt certain that all those "old man" changes wouldn't bother me. But I'm beginning to think they will. I've already got veins sticking up on the backs of my hands. Gray hair is beginning to show. Now my eyebrows have become so bushy they require trimming. What's next? That stupid bald spot on the crown of my head? Teeth that stay in my locker when I go out running? Those extra-huge old-man ears with tufts of hair growing out?
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