I got a haircut the other day. It had been a goodly while since my last one, due to the need for a little x-tra on top for my Elvis Pompadou. I kept it long througout last summer for the Fall Picasso re-mount... Even though I was convinced that I was going to be re-cast with a much better actor. "Crimes" followed a few months later, & since it's set in 1974 I decided to keep the locks long. (Again, figuring the Bee-Gee look was probably in at the time.) What can I say? I'm a "hair" actor. (And a Back Actor...just so long as I'm not a "hairy-backed Actor") I can see the text in college classrooms now: "The Coiffed Actor Prepares...their Hair" by Posislavski.
Reaching, P...that was waaaay reaching.
Anyhey, once the 'cut was done, I looked down to the remnant pile of my hair- Now resembling approximately 3 chihuahua's. I paid the nice lady, and split. And what do I notice 1st? My neck was Fuh-REEZING! Dammit. I'll miss you, long locks. Rest in pieces.
2 comments:
your cheekbones are giving mine a run for their money in that elvis photo... uh oh...
Well..it's not a cheekbone race.
: )
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