Josef Scissorhands

I had my savage and free curly hair skillfully removed from my scalp today. My barber is a private one located in Flemingdon Park, I won't reveal his whereabouts because we both live in Flemingdon Park.
Issue number one, my hair is an entity on its own. It is highly malleable and susceptible to the slightest shift in wind, I mean it. I can make Jheri curls out of it, I can make an unpermed afro out of it, or I can gel it and style it (which works for a limited time only). Two summers ago I was growing three dreadlocks and my barber back then Jake, a Jamaican man, was shocked when he found out I was growing these locks of dead hair, but also that I wasn't in the slightest bit Black. I give my respects to all my barbers, who do more work than I paid for every time. My current barber Josef tells me that sweeping my curls on the floor is more work than cutting them off my head. Jake wanted to frame a before/after shot of me in his shop, but we never got around to that because I haven't been back since...his prices went up to like twenty-three bucks a cut.
Josef I find is a very lonely man. He's an aging Italian and lives a simple existence in a fifteenth floor apartment over-looking one of Canada's worst projects. He has a bumpy relationship with his teenage daughter and his prized possessions comprise of a glass vase on a green felt cloth and his seventeen-inch television. Other than that I haven't seen anything that he can take pride in owning. No family pictures, no fancy drapes, no imported dinner plates, no Nike's, no suits, no Ikea upholstery, etc. This man is a model human being to me, living the life that Karl Marx himself advocated in the Communist Manifesto. He is free of the bourgeoisie grasp and exists in a world beyond what we live. His main sources of income are barbering/hairstyling and clearly some other occupation that allows him to keep and maintain such a delightful dwelling. I know the man doesn't know I'm writing about him though I'm sure he'd approve, but he does a damn good job of cutting my hair. For all I know he's affiliated with the Canadian mafia and I'm in someone's crosshairs right now. Don't be surprised if you don't see anymore blogs from me.

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