Almost Cut My Hair

No, that's not Fabio you're looking at. It's just me, The Unknown. I guess it's about time I got a haircut.

"You need to get a haircut." That's what everyone keeps telling me. Gorky said it, my mom said it, five different people I work with, even the 12 year old neighbor kid I don't know. "Hey, old man, get a haircut. Geeeesh." He said to me.

"Geeeesh"? I think that's teenage speak for; "You're over thirty, which means you're older than dirt, so you aren't aloud to have hair past your ears because it makes you look like a total dill weed."

I didn't set out to have these long flowing locks. It just sort of happened. I've only had hair this long once before, but it was the grunge era, so no one cared. I actually prefer my hair a little shorter. It's just easier to manage. Although I have to admit the long hair is growing on me. (Whahahahahaha... Ahem. I smell a bad pun.)

Geeeesh! That was a long way to go to the store to find out it was closed. I really do need a haircut though.

"Long Hair" was drawn on the back of a receipt from my favorite bookstore with my gel roller, then colored in Photoshop. The actual sketch is quite small. About 1/3 the size of a dollar bill.

What kind of haircut should I get? Do you think a good haircut will make you want to leave some love?