On the question of hair
The routine is always different, but it's always the same... I'm in a strange town, all alone and... once I start thinking about it, I just can't stop myself... launch sequence activated... I begin to act... I'll get slipped a note by the all knowing local and feverishly walk to the place... I quickly check in and wait my turn... plenty of magazines around to give me ideas of what I want them to do to me... plenty of time for me to get second thoughts... I don't even know these people... but one rule is understood - once you start, there is no backing out... I'm in it until it's over... I'll have to see through to the end... I'll need to live with myself and with what is about to happen and everyone will be able to see me... they will see what I've done and they will know... there is no predicting if it will be good or horrible but it will be with me for a long time... it's the excitement of the unknown and the thrill of the danger... it's not the cheating that gets to me... it's the knowing that no matter how good, I'll only get one chance... only one opportunity... it's a haircut... and if I'm lucky it'll be great.