I hit a pothole with my moped and popped the back tire and stopped for repairs. While waiting for a fresh innertube I decided to get a $.75 haircut next door which went fine til it got down right funny. After shaving my head and whiskers the barber started massaging my shoulders then my scalp. He then grabbed my head and pulled up and away for a realignment..twice. That felt really good. I smiled. He then took his scummy little towel all the indonesian men carry around as a sweat rag kinda thing. He placed that over my left temple, grabbed the top of my ear with his fingertips and put his forehead on my cranium above the temple with the rag separating us. Using my head as leverage he proceeded to pull the top of my ear down until the carteledge cracked. He repeated on the other ear. I started laughing but he was not finished, nor was he smiling. He repeated the same procedure on my eyebrows except instead of pulling them down (eyebrows don't crack) he bit my forehead and pulled the skin out until something cracked between that skin and the cranium. I laughed hard. He smiled and said; "baru" meaning "new". I had a mark on my forehead all morning>
"They danced down the streets like dingledodies, and I shambled after as I've been doing all my life after people who interest me, because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones that never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn..." - Jack Kerouac, On the Road, Part 1, Ch. 1
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
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Celovsky surf
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