Haircut

I think it's time for me to get one. My barbers name is Marisela. She's cute and very nice. She always tries to strike up a conversation in her horrible English. It's horrible. If she's not saying yes, I don't know what the fuck she's saying. So I just smile. I can't nod because that would fuck up the cut, and Bali can't walk around with a bad haircut. Definitely not happening. After I get my haircut I will go home and admire it in the mirror. I will line up the beard. I will shower. I will come out feeling like a million buckaroonies. Then the baby blue Adidas track pants with white stripes will go on. Top it off with a white t-shirt. I will then lay in my bed and rub the back of my head. Watch TV. Then fall asleep. This is a ritual that I will never stop doing. Never. Even If I'm married with children. It's just apart of who I am. Deal with it. I'm Bali, and I get haircuts. Nice to meet you bitches.