![]() ![]() I then heard the sound of buzzing, before feeling a cold metal object move up the back of my head, all the way to the crown. Kirk snapped the white cape on, before telling me to put my head down. I didn't know what was in store for me, but it didn't sound promising. Kirk turned the chair so it faced my dad and placed a tissue of my neck. My dad then grabbed me and forced me into the chair. "How about a high and tight horseshoe flat, number 1 shoe and shave all the rest?" "Unfortunately his school has rules against head shaving" "Can't see anything better for this then to be shaved to the bone." He'll be receiving one of you shortest haircuts today." Today he took my beers and drank them underage! I've decided he will have to have a no nonsense clipping. "Well Kirk, my son Neil here has been a lot of trouble lately. The client seemed pleased and got up, thanking the barber as he payed. He then showed the back of the mans head. The barber soon finished and turned the chair round so it faced the mirror. He was facing away from the mirror, and many tufts of black hair was littered on the white cape. Dad marched me in, where I saw an old barber giving a man in a red leather chair an extremely short haircut. After a short drive we arrived outside a small barbershop. With that, he grabbed me and dragged me to the car. That way you won't do this kind of thing again!" "Neil, You are going to the barbers to have a severe haircut, and you WILL keep it. He said how much trouble I had been lately and how only one punishment would set me straight. He took one look at the Carlsburg in my hand before exploding at me. However, in the summer just before my 14th birthday, I had sneaked a couple of dads beers into my bedroom. Once, when I accidently broke one of my grandmothers vases did he "teach me a lesson" by having my blond hair cut to a short back and sides. Dad however openly expressed he wanted it short. My mother never cared about the length, just so long it was clean and tidy. At the time, my hair had always been long almost all my life. ![]()
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