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She ran a soft warm hand over my bearded face, then ran her fingers through the thick tangled mane of hair on my head.
"You're looking a little shaggy there, Bud. Let me give you a haircut."
"Huh?"
"Let me cut your hair. We'll go out in the backyard and I'll give you a trim. Make you look a little more "presentable"."
"Wha..."
So she took me out back and sat me in a plastic chair on the lawn.
The sun was warm but there was a cool breeze blowing.
She had this kit with a pair of scissors, some combs, a razor and an electric clipper with various attachments to control how close to the skin it would cut the hair. I didn't realize how much damage that last piece of equipment could do, or how fast it could do its work. She had it set to 1.
Lulled by her soft murmurs and warm, sweet hands om my face, I closed my eyes and let her do whatever she wanted. I trusted her. Warm sun, cool breeze, the twittering of birds in the trees. No mirror in front of me.
You must understand, I'm the ol' Brown Bear. Big lumbering shagginess and hairiness are part of my personna, my identity. Shaggy hair, full thick beard, hairy chest, hairy arms, hairy back, Hagrid from Harry Potter. Rupert from Survivor, etc. etc. etc. You get the picture.
Now I look more like some oh-so-gay leatherette Freddy Mercury disco boy.
I trusted her.
"You're looking a little shaggy there, Bud. Let me give you a haircut."
"Huh?"
"Let me cut your hair. We'll go out in the backyard and I'll give you a trim. Make you look a little more "presentable"."
"Wha..."
So she took me out back and sat me in a plastic chair on the lawn.
The sun was warm but there was a cool breeze blowing.
She had this kit with a pair of scissors, some combs, a razor and an electric clipper with various attachments to control how close to the skin it would cut the hair. I didn't realize how much damage that last piece of equipment could do, or how fast it could do its work. She had it set to 1.
Lulled by her soft murmurs and warm, sweet hands om my face, I closed my eyes and let her do whatever she wanted. I trusted her. Warm sun, cool breeze, the twittering of birds in the trees. No mirror in front of me.
You must understand, I'm the ol' Brown Bear. Big lumbering shagginess and hairiness are part of my personna, my identity. Shaggy hair, full thick beard, hairy chest, hairy arms, hairy back, Hagrid from Harry Potter. Rupert from Survivor, etc. etc. etc. You get the picture.
Now I look more like some oh-so-gay leatherette Freddy Mercury disco boy.
I trusted her.
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