Thursday, May 31, 2007
The Important Matter of Japanese Barbers
First of all, God forbid I am 5 minutes late-- the fucker cancels my appointment. While it's true, he is a Picasso with the scissors, fuck that. "The Fly" is far too busy and callous, than to arrive at a barbershop on time.
Secondly, that fucker raises his prices--every damn time I'm there. Albeit, we are talking small numbers-- 5 bucks here, 10 bucks there. Still, it was getting ridiculous.
So, following yesterday's hair cut, I asked him, despite the fact he doesn't speak any English, "what are you using light sweet crude to grease those scissors?" I queried why his prices go up 5 bucks-- everytime I visit. However, all he did was nod-- because he had no fucking idea what I was saying. So, I said fuck it-- and paid the man his inflated, oil adjusted, prices.
I'm sure he would make a great business partner for my Chinese food guy. Couple of assholes they are.
Dreams of riches everywhere. Soon there won't be any postings of rap songs or Deadwood clips-- just pictures of Beemer's,vacation homes and stress relief girls.
I hate to say it but it reminds me of 2000-- Everyday every hour--how much am I worth now? How much am I worth now........ OK go ahead and shove me down the stairs.
Hey, I just got richer.How's that beemer of yours. I'll be buying another Cayenne, next Tuesday.
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