A bunch of boys. by Chovanec

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It's been 50 years since I was in a group of 5 boys. All five of us boys in the party had modern boy hairstyles of the seventies. My name is Eric and my party friends were Herry, Barry, Ramos and Isaac. In addition to modern long hair, we were also united by the fact that we gave each other different tasks and were not allowed to be caught doing them. Tasks such as smoking at school, later also drinking beer, breaking a window, bullying weaker boys, coming to school late and having to find a good excuse, running away from school, traveling without a ticket, stealing fruit and vegetables from gardens, petty theft were often repeated tasks. in shops, clogging the exhaust on cars and many others. When someone was caught, the parents usually had to go to school, and then severe punishments followed at home, from various prohibitions, slaps to severe spankings on the ass. Our parents met very often at the headmaster's house. Ramos was the most caught as a thug. His father was already very angry with him and promised him that if he didn't improve, he would start the boarding school for troubled boys in the new school year.
We were 13 years old. I was waiting for what new role the boys would invent for me. I learned about it at school during the break. It was a very simple task. On the way from school, we were supposed to go to the old-fashioned Richardo barber shop. It was a barbershop with one barber's chair and a few waiting chairs. The boys didn't like to go to Richard's barber shop, because the barber only did unfashionable, very short haircuts.
The task was: I will enter the barbershop, sit on the waiting chair and leave the barbershop with the customer whose haircut the barber will cut first. I was sure that it was a simple task and would be done without the director's and parent's punishment. As we agreed, we went straight to Richard's barbershop from school.
I entered the barbershop determinedly. The door closed behind me. Mr. Richardo was sitting in the barber's chair and reading the newspaper. No one was sitting on the waiting chairs. I was stunned. Panic seized me. I didn't know what to do.
The barber got up from his chair. He said: I haven't seen you here yet who sent you to me. I didn't know what to answer right away, so I said that my father sent me. The barber told me to put my coat on the hanger and sit in his chair. An idea came to me, I started searching my pockets for money. I sadly told him that I must have forgotten the money at home or lost it at school. The barber smiled and said to take advantage of the situation that there are no customers and I don't have to wait long for a haircut. I will bring the money tonight or tomorrow.
I didn't know what to do. The barber raised his voice and insisted that I sit in his chair. After a while, I was already sitting in his chair and he wrapped me in a big white scarf, which he fastened tightly around my neck. I said in a shaky voice that I just wanted it 1/2 inch shorter and the hair to cover my ears. The barber then said that he would cut my hair so that my father would be satisfied with the haircut.
The barber took a comb from the top pocket of his white jacket. Then he started lifting my hair with the comb, cutting off about 5 inches of hair each time. It wasn't that bad. I had about 3 inches of hair left on my head. I know several boys who go to Richard's barber shop with their parents and they have very short hair. My hair was still 3 inches long after cutting it with scissors. The barber took a small hand whisk and swept my cut hair from the sheet. I couldn't wait for him to release me from the sheet and I would jump off the chair. The barber took the clipper off the hook and with his left hand tilted my head to the right side until my ear touched my shoulder. He placed the clipper above the left cheekbone and began cutting the hair to the edge of the crown of the head. Later he bent the ear and cut the hair around the ear as well. Next, he cut the hair on the left side of the head. Then he did the same on the right side of the head. When he finished cutting the hair on both sides of the head, he put my head in a deep bow and cut the hair from the neck to the nape of my neck. I could feel the clipper very closely copying the back of my head. After turning off the clipper, he cleaned it and put it back on the hook. When I got a chance to look in the mirror my hair on both sides of my head was only 1/4 inch long. The barber started cutting the hair on the top of the head. The very thin and long fingers of his left hand dug into the hair on top of his head. I felt his fingers on my scalp. He cut the hair very close above the fingers with the scissors. When he finished cutting the hair on the top of my head, I was left with only 5/8 inch long hair. My throat started to tighten and I had a strange feeling in my stomach as if there was a whole swarm of small flying butterflies.
The barber took the second cutting stand with fine teeth. He tilted my head to the right side and started cutting the small stubble on the left side. Around the ear he made about 2 inch wide arches. When I was done, I could see my skin with 1/50th of an inch of very small stubble. He did the same on the right side of the head. As he started cutting my hair from my neck to the back of my head, I closed my eyes and tried to remember what kind of haircut Franco's classmate has when he comes back from Richardo's barbershop. Mr. Richardo then began to make a gradual transition on the sides and back of the head from the stubble 1/50 inch to the 5/8 inch line on the top of the head.
The barber freed me from the sheet. He noticed that I wanted to leave his chair, so he warned me to stay seated for a while longer. He dusted off the sheet and tied it tightly around his neck again. He wet both sides of my head above my ears and the back of my head and applied a white foamy cream there which he began to carefully scrape with a sharpened razor. When he finished scraping with the razor, he wiped the remaining foam with a towel. He applied cologne to the shaved part of the head and greasy oil to the top of the head. He combed the hair on the top of my head that stood up like a hedgehog's prickles. When I was freed from the sheet, the barber stood behind me with a hand mirror to show me my new hairstyle. On the sides I had a 1.5 inch transition from the minimal stubble to the crown line and on the back of my head it was about 3 inches. The rest of the back of my head and 2 inches above the ears I had a clean shaven head. Mr. Richardo asked if dad would be happy with my new haircut. I started crying and my throat tightened, so I couldn't answer and just nodded my head in agreement.
All the members of the party were waiting for me to come out with Richardo of the barber shop with a customer getting a haircut. Well, when they saw my new short haircut, they were surprised at first, but then they started laughing. Barry reported: you punished yourself. I hope your dad will be understanding about your new haircut. He was right, my father was happy with my new haircut and was happy to give me money to pay Mr. Richardo.
At school, some classmates started mocking me, but the members of my group forbade them from the beginning. I also got a mocking smile from my classmate Franco, who visits Richardo's barbershop with his father every 6-8 weeks.
I was with a friend from the Ramos group. His father also liked my short hair. Ramos reacted and said with a smile that I thought it was a punishment. Then his father asked me which barbershop I had been to. I answered: at Richardo's barber shop.
Only 4 days had passed since my visit to Richardo barbershop when Ramos was caught smoking in the school toilets. Just like before, he was expecting a good beating from his father. When we went to the playground, we were also in the Ramos house. His father said he still had work to do and wouldn't come with us today. It was a surprise, in the morning at school, when Ramos had the same short haircut as me. Ramos' father told all the parents of the party that visiting Richardo's barbershop was a great punishment for us. Not even 3 weeks passed and all the members of our party met Mr. Richardo and not one of them had long hair, on the contrary, a very short haircut.

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