Monday, March 06, 2006

...she leaned over, spilled her manhattan in my eye and said, "oh, i give up."

Causes of Gayness #148

When I was 11 or so, my family went on a vacation to somewhere. In preparation for going on holiday, my mom thought it would be a good idea to take me to the barber, who happened to be my aunt.

"Let's cut your hair so you won't have to worry about it."

I sat in the chair as my mom and my aunt talked out of earshot. I closed my eyes and they went to work.

I opened my eyes to find....

A perm.

They gave me a perm.

I should have worried when I felt the curlers. Or the chemicals. Or went under the hair dryer.

No really, mom thought it would be a good idea to give her male 11 year old only child a perm.

And...scene.

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