Hair Trimming: An Art Form

So there I was, shaving my head... so that I'd have the 'bald headed bearded look'. It's usually an easy way of getting a haircut, and the shorter the haircut is the longer you have to wait until you cut it again. But this time my hair was too long and it kept on gumming up the razor. My only two real options for shaving it were either to take a shower while shaving so it would rince all the hairs off my head while I'm shaving, or to go have a barber do it with clippers and pay for it, and who wants to pay over 10 dollars just to get their head shaved?

And here I was, I was almost done - almost there - I was close to finishing - over 78% done. And then I ran out of hot water. And now I'm sitting here with a couple of weird patches of hair left on my head, waiting for the hot water to come back. I thought I could just go down and use the same hair clippers Grandpa used to cut their dogs' hair with, but when I called them up turns out they'd given the hair clippers away already. Pictures will come soon - I promise.

Speaking of Grandpa's hair clippers, back when Dad was in high school, Grandpa was cutting my Dad's hair and he was almost done too, and was trimming up the back of Dad's neck. "It's not quite even" Grandpa said, and trimmed a little more, "It's still not quite even," and Grandpa kept on trimming Dad's hair, evening it up, until Dad had no hair left, but at least it was even.