Did you see that picture? Man, my hair was beautiful. Look at it. I'm like a Greek god with that mane. Back then, I knew how Samson felt. I was a tower of power. Indestructible.

When I was sixteen I worked for a grocery store, bagging and getting carts. A good job for a teenager. The boss hated me though. I didn't understand since he also was the same guy who hired me. Plus, I'm so nice and likeable. So, I went in on my day off to get my paycheck. I was making a cool $3.35/hr and put in a grueling twenty hours that week. As I'm walking out, Mr. Personality asks me if I'm getting a haircut with that money. I answered, "No." My mother didn't raise a liar. He told me not to return. I was sixteen. He didn't have to tell me twice. Plus, I had sixty bucks burning a hole in my pocket and a head of hair envied by all. The good times seemed like they would never end...

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