I sit in my chair, waiting for you to come and cut my hair. It’s now summer time and my buzzcut has grown too much for my liking. I don’t like being sweaty and the more hair, the more heat, the more sweat. So, I decided to give you a quick call on Tuesday and now I’m here

I check out my hair in the mirror before I see you coming back with everything you need. There’s few people in here which is surprising because it is a Saturday after all. I sit in my chair as I listen to the cars outside, the radio, hair washing station and observe my surroundings overall. I can feel your hands in my hair as you get ready to shave a bit