Baby you can buzz my hair

Tagged as: friends, hair, love

Sam­sam gives me a buzz cut.

For sev­er­al years now, I’ve refused to let any­one cut my hair. I don’t know what it is, since I like the cool taper fade hair that I find online.

It might be a Zen thing… sumo wrestlers only cut their pony­tails right before they retire, in a pub­lic cer­e­mo­ny that is both mag­nif­i­cent and melancholic.

Or it might be a trust thing, which is why I do it myself — using two mir­rors and a buzzer. But I can’t say that I’ve got­ten any bet­ter with time, so I’ve grant­ed access to two peo­ple in the last five years.

When I allow you to run a buzzer through my hair, you know that I trust you blind­ly. Buzz buzz‑m buzz buzz yeah!