Time for a Haircut in China

I am not a lazy person, I just prioritize my day differently than others. for instance anything i can accomplish while being supine trumps those activities that require me to stand, walk or move. In any event, my now mastodon like head is covered with a rich shrubbery of flowing locks that make me look like a cross between the cowardly lion and Bob Marley.
I guess tonight I will trudge off to the lords of the cut and take care of business. It’s really not that bad an experience if you dont mind adolescent boys draping themselves all over you while they wash and rinse your hair, the whole time trying to score some free English lessons. Lynx like they consider your body to be the Serengeti and eschewing male convention of not touching one another, these guys get too close for comfort. In addition they have this cheesey chinese plastic sheet things they drape over you so your clothes dont get wet. These things are built for the typical chinaman who is build like your typical toddler. The things are thin n the middle and have no sleeves to speak of so when LI pat gets done cinching it along my waste, I look like Ignatius J. Reilly, or so it seems.

i– Ignatius J. Reilly. “
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So yes I will bite the bullet and reclaim my masculine skull, but I will not be happy about it.