Begrudging My Lion’s Mane

I got my hair cut.

These are days of evil. Days that remind me of the price I have to pay for my manliness and more importantly the ever losing battle to the hot humid weather of my country.

It happens approximately 6 times a year, bi monthly if you like. These are days I am forced to swallow my pride and begrudge my lion’s mane in the name of personal grooming and first impressions.

These are hair cut days, days where it cost a good deal $8 to cut one’s condemning pride.

Well the only good news about the whole issue is the fact that I no longer need to sweat like a hog under the blazing titan of sky.

So till my next post ya, its bye from Ganz.

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