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My barber, Robert, who had been cutting my hair for over half my life--since I was ten--drowned on New Years while fishing in Oregon. This is distressing. Not only because I now have to find a new cosmetologist who can do my hair in the rather esoteric manner to which I have become accustomed, but because Robert wasn't just my barber, he was my friend. When you see someone every few weeks for twelve or thirteen years, you get to know them pretty well. Goddammit. Well, at least he died doing what he loved; the man was a fanatical fly-fisherman. I feel horribly sorry for his wife, as well as his employee, Troy, the migrane-ridden ex-chippendale sociopath.
The last time I saw Robert was about two weeks ago, when I went in to pick up some more product, as I was almost out (I exclusively use the shampoos, conditioners, and a spray-gel and special mix-gel which he provided--guess I'll have to find a new set of hair products, too). As he was refilling my bottles, he was talking to me about Troy's current problems, and the reason he was so busy at the time, as Troy was out with a migrane. "Yeah, he's had a migrane for about four days now. He gets them a lot, especially in winter, but right now he's got a monster of a headache--his daughter's sixteen, and she's doing the usual teenage rebellion thing, she just lost her cherry to some guy she doesn't know--they had unprotected sex, heh, you know how girls are. Heh."
At least we talked about something memorable the last time I saw him.
The last time I saw Robert was about two weeks ago, when I went in to pick up some more product, as I was almost out (I exclusively use the shampoos, conditioners, and a spray-gel and special mix-gel which he provided--guess I'll have to find a new set of hair products, too). As he was refilling my bottles, he was talking to me about Troy's current problems, and the reason he was so busy at the time, as Troy was out with a migrane. "Yeah, he's had a migrane for about four days now. He gets them a lot, especially in winter, but right now he's got a monster of a headache--his daughter's sixteen, and she's doing the usual teenage rebellion thing, she just lost her cherry to some guy she doesn't know--they had unprotected sex, heh, you know how girls are. Heh."
At least we talked about something memorable the last time I saw him.