Haircut

My wife’s cousin gave me one in the driveway of the family bungalow, about a hundred yards from the beach, which was closing up for the summer. I wasn’t so much concerned about the public sheep shearing or what she would do to my hair as I was the integrity of my head, ears, and, especially, eyes. After all, she had in her hands a pair of sharp scissors that she’d only used on her own bangs. The result was a modified duck’s ass, but at least it was bloodless.