Thursday, July 22, 2004

"...bring the Crisco to Frisco..."

So, I got a haircut yesterday.

I asked the old chinese guy at Tony's Barber Shop on Sixth Street for a high and tight, flat on top.

It looked good, expertly trimmed. (Never mind the "slight accident with a talcum bottle" grey all over. Some say it looks 'distinguished'. *cough*)

And because I have a habit of playing with my hair when it gets long, I have a slight greaser twister curl in the front of my 'high and tight'.

But never in my wildest did I realize the look would NOT be out of place at the corner of Castro and Ashbury, which is where I took my excursion today.

Hoo. Boy. Friendly.

I'll just say the tourists were wondering what category I was trying to fit in.

Me? I just wanted to take pictures.

The Starbux? Dude, ever see a full Starbux with nothing but bearded men in shorts? It's sorta disorienting.

A coffee-shop called 'Orphan Andy'.

'Flowers by Tony.'

'The Castro Yoga Collective'.

Ok, Im bullshitting myself. I need the camera now.




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