the month of gemini does weird things to some people. myself included.
I can be in a boutique hotel room with a pretty girl and she’ll say something and I’ll wanna kisser and a song will come on and I’ll think kissing is the dumbest thing ever.
or I can be handed a fat cheque by the xbi in a pasadena tavern and have the overwhelming desire to shave my undercover beard
and get a pervy ridiculous cop stache knowing I’ll be ruthlessly yelled at by the agency immediately.
walked into the “YMCA Barbershop” on a Wedsnedsay afternoon and was immediately identified by Chau and Wing who’ve been cutting agents’ hair for years.
you guys do nice old fashioned shaves, I asked. Wing knew I was bad news and said they didn’t do that there, even though there were only four things on the sign.
Shave is $16 Chau chimed in, not giving one damn. agents do whatever they please. may as well make $20 after tip I heard him think via ESP.
In a few minutes I was in the chair and there was a hot towel on my face and it was nice. Soon there was hot shaving cream on there. I kept my eyes closed and thought good thoughts.
The good thing about the straight blade from a real barber is it only takes one pass to get the beard off. Chau had incredible touch. No nicks. No oops. And a faint smell of tobacco on his breath.
Was I worried being in such a vulnerable position. Millimeters away from tragedy?
We are always millimeters away from tragedy. And now I look 15 years younger.
And exactly like a cop.