Last night, when I left the house, my hair was long. I had no solid plans to change that. And then we went to The Cozy Inn Bar …

A guy wearing a beer distributor’s t-shirt walks into the bar. He’d been tryin’ to chat my friend Liz up for nearly a half hour. Finally he gets her attention, kind of joins our little group. Turns out he’s a nice guy. Turns out – aside from being a beer distributor with crazy punked out blue and pink hair – that he also likes to cut hair.

 “Let me cut your hair,” he says to me.

 “OK,” I said. And we all went back to his place down the street.