barber shop interview

The word, "pec", is kinda funny. It's short for, "pectoral".
The pectoral muscle. The motherlovin' chest! Days fall
like molasses. Today I went for my bi-monthy haircut
and once again found myself under the interview gun.
These new hairschool graduates love to talk. Must be a
small feeling of power for her: you're there, under her
hands clipping away, wrapped in a cheap black poncho
and choked at the neck. Today's girl, yet another new
girl-- ever since the movie The Spanish Prisoner raped,
warped my brain, I can never think of that phrase, "new
girl" without thinking of Rebecca Pigeon's creepy character
in that fine film-- she interviewed me very nicely. My life story
was told, in a nutshell. She was very good. Almost as if
she really was interested. Maybe a closet writer, who knows.
She kept her distance however. Usually these gals love to
rub their tits all over you as they decimate your head.

I tipped her 2.50, just to be weird.