Christmas Present for Our Dad by Shant

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Three years had passed since the Shattraw brothers had graduated from high school. They immediately moved to a larger city because they knew there was not much of a future living in a town with only 400 people.

They had never really had a close relationship with their father. All the time while they were growing up, they couldn’t wait to graduate from high school and get out from under his roof. They had not seen him in over two years now and they thought that perhaps the next time they got together, since they were now grown up and living on their own, they might all get along better.

It was approaching Christmas and they decided they should go home for the holidays and see him. They were barely in their twenties and they still hoped they could somehow develop a better relationship with him. They were certainly willing to try.

The main reason they did not have a close relationship with their father was that he often had a mean streak in him which he usually took out on them. He would treat them even worse if he had been drinking, which was most of the time. At an early age, they learned to keep out of his way when he was really drunk, fearing he would take his anger out on them.

All the while they were growing up their father cut their hair. He was actually a good barber, and the majority of the time he gave them all really good looking haircuts. All three sons had great hair, and none of their hair looked alike.

They were always trying to grow their hair longer and they knew to keep their distance from their father, especially when he got into one of his moods after seeing some guy with really long hair. Their father had always worn a buzzcut and he hated long hair on guys, thinking they looked like sissies. He especially hated it whenever he noticed that his sons hair was getting pretty long.

Terry was the oldest brother. His hair was really blonde and was perfectly straight and very thick. His hair on top was usually over six inches long and the sides were about four. He brushed the sides all back covering about half of his ears. He swept the top up and back and then blended everything all together. He used some type of pomade which made his hair shine like gold. It looked great at the beginning of the day, but it was a total mess by the time school ended.

Larry’s hair was a rich dark brown and was very curly. His hair was shorter on the sides than Terry’s, but he brushed it all up and back to show off all his beautiful curls high atop his head. He really had a thick crown of gorgeous curls which he just let fall wherever they naturally did. His hair on top was just as long as Terry’s, but because of his tight curls, it didn’t look anywhere near as long.

George was the youngest brother. His hair was probably the most striking. It was almost platinum in color. It was the whitest blonde you could imagine. His hair had a slight wave to it and he brushed it up and back like Terry, with his beautiful waves cascading from the top and down the sides of his head which he also swept back.

All three of them greased their hair up and slicked it back into some style of pompadour. They used so much product on their hair that they were able to brush the top and sides back and have them stay perfectly in place. As long as their hair was neatly combed, their father didn’t think all that much about it. They learned early on that this was a good way to hide from him how long their hair really was.

All three guys loved their hair, and really hated it when their father got in one of his moods, and decided it was time for him to cut it. Most of the time he didn’t pay much attention to them and didn’t realize how long their hair really was. Once he saw how long their hair was though, they dreaded knowing what was soon going to happen.

Normally, their father didn’t pay all that much attention about their hair, but when the idea struck him that their hair was really getting way too long, there was nothing he enjoyed more than sitting them down in a chair, and cutting their hair however he wanted to cut it.

Sometimes, especially if he had been drinking, he felt all three of his sons were getting too big for their britches and they basically ignored him and did whatever they wanted. It made him angry, and he knew they needed to understand that as long as they lived under his roof, they needed to acknowledge that he was in charge.

When he was in a foul mood, they did their best to stay out of his way, hoping to avoid having him cut their hair then. When he was in one of his worst moods, he really got off on giving them really short haircuts. They knew they couldn’t put off the inevitable much longer, and that when he decided it was haircut time, there was nothing they could do about it.

They had absolutely no say in how he was going to cut their hair. He never even let them look in a mirror while he cut it. He liked the idea of them knowing that he was completely in charge and having them wonder what he was going to do to their hair. He actually enjoyed seeing them being afraid of what he might do, because he had given them some really short haircuts in the past. They knew the best thing to do was just sit in the chair, keep quiet, and hope he wouldn’t totally butcher their hair.

Their father had a routine he enjoyed playing with his sons. Whenever he decided it was "haircut time" he would come out of his room with his barber kit in his hands and a huge smile on his face. He would always start out by saying the exact same thing, "How have I ever let your hair get so long? I can’t believe how much hair you all have! Well, don’t worry, you aren’t going to be having it much longer!" They cringed when he said that.

He did not like his sons having really long hair. He hated that they used so much grease in their hair to keep it to stay in place. He couldn’t stand all their long greasy hair, and when he was sick of it, and in a bad mood, he couldn’t wait to sit them down and cut most of it off.

His mean side had a fun time when he did that because he knew they were worried about what kind of haircut they were going to get. He didn’t care at all how they felt about the haircut he was going to give them. He felt that every now and then they needed to be reminded who was in charge, and that they had to follow his rules as long as they lived under his roof.

Once they graduated and moved to another city, they started growing their hair long the way they had always wanted. They actually had a competition between themselves to see who would end up with the longest hair. Each was determined to be the winner, and they all had their hair at least down to their shoulders.

When they went home for Christmas to see their father, they were really surprised to see that he no longer had the buzzcut he had always worn and that his hair was longer than they had ever seen it. His hair was no where near as long as their hair was, but he did have about four inches of long, thick, straight black hair on top and almost three inches on the sides.

What really surprised them though, was that he slicked his hair all up and back into a pompadour. He had always hated his sons combing their hair that way, and they would have never imagined he would comb his hair like that. They thought his hair looked really good, and wished he had worn his hair like that while they were growing up. Maybe then he wouldn’t have been so mean to them and might not have cut their hair short so often.

A week went by fast. The next day the boys were heading back home. Things had gone better with their dad than they had expected. The night before leaving, they played cards. Terry said to his father, "You know Dad, your hair looks really good. What made you decide to grow it out after always having it short for so long? I can’t remember you ever having long hair."

"You remember that time I gave Clark Peck a flattop?" their father said. "A few months after that, his dad, Roger, came by with him to watch him get his flattop trimmed up. Roger was completely blown away when Clark first got off the school bus and saw that he had cut almost all his gorgeous hair off! He couldn’t believe that he had actually done it."

"I started cutting Clark’s hair for him all the time after that. He really came to love having a flattop. Roger told Clark that he wondered if I would be interested in trimming his hair for him? He said I did as good a job as the barber he had to drive 16 miles to have cut his hair, and he was curious to know if I would be willing to cut it for him?"

"Clark and I had already decided we were going to figure out a way to get him to get a flattop just like Clark had. His hair was every bit as nice as Clark’s and was actually a little longer. The top was easily over six inches long, and the sides were over three."

"Roger and I had gone to high school together and I had always wanted to cut his hair. He was actually even more vain about his pretty hair than Clark was about his, and everyone knew how much Clark loved his awesome mane."

"Roger had an even bigger pompadour than Clark, and he always made sure that every hair was perfectly in place. Clark really hoped he could get his dad to get a flattop like his. We spent quite a bit of time figuring out how we were going to encourage him to get one."

"After Roger came with Clark a few times to watch him get his hair cut, he eventually started letting me trim his hair for him. I still remember the time Clark tried to convince his dad to get a flattop just like his. Roger was uncomfortable about doing that, and asked me what I thought about him getting a flattop at his age?"

"I told him that he still had such great hair and that it looked exactly like Clark’s. I thought he would look fantastic with a shorter haircut for the summer. I told him that he had worn that pompadour of his for almost 20 years and he should try a new look every now and then and really show off how great his hair was."

"I then dealt the final blow, and said, "You still have the most fantastic looking hair of just about anyone that lives here. Having such great hair, don’t you ever get tired of having it always look the same? Seeing that it’s the beginning of summer, why not go for a different look? I think you should do it and get a flattop just like Clark’s. I know that would make your son really happy!"

"Without giving him a chance to say a word, I combed up his beautiful six inch forelock and chopped off more than four inches! It was really a rush cutting off so much of his wonderful hair all at one time!" Roger jumped up from the chair and said, "Wait a minute! I haven’t made up my mind yet if I want to get that short a haircut!"

"Too late now," I said with a big smile on my face. "I think you’ve been coming with Clark to watch me trim up his flattop because you secretly want to get a flattop too, but you first needed to build up your nerve. I figured all you needed was a little push, and I was glad to give you one. Am I wrong?"

"Roger said he was really okay with what I had just done. He told me that I was right, and he really did want to get a flattop." He then said to Clark, "WeIl, Son, I guess you’re going to get your wish after all, and see me get most of my hair cut off, and end up with a flattop just like yours. I’m actually pretty excited wondering how it’s going to look."

"I had been wanting to cut Roger’s hair for over 20 years and now here I was cutting off five inches of his long, thick hair. I couldn’t believe the time I was having. From then on, I always cut Roger’s hair for him. After summer ended, he decided he wanted to grow his hair long again. He surprised me when he said, "You know Gene, you’ve always had your hair cut really short. I don’t think I can ever remember you having long hair."

"You were the one who convinced me to try a lot of different looking haircuts and I think you should do the same. Why don’t you grow your hair long while I’m growing mine long again too? You have such a thick head of beautiful black hair. I’d like to see how it would look being longer. I bet it would look really great and you would look totally different."

"If I do say so myself, I’m a pretty good barber," Roger said. "You know that I would have to do a good job if Clark had let me cut his hair for him until he entered high school. I still miss cutting his hair because he really does have a great head of hair. If you decide to grow your hair longer, I’d really like it if you would let me cut your hair while you grow it out."

"Why don’t you let me trim your hair just the way you first trimmed mine and see how you like it? It would be great if we cut each other’s hair all the time and got to see all the different ways we could get each other’s hair to look."

"I really didn’t think I would like having longer hair, but I was surprised by how much I actually did. From that point on, Roger and I have always cut each other’s hair. He kept encouraging me to grow my hair longer and he styled it into the pompadour I now have. I told him I would continue to grow my hair longer, as long as he did the same."

"We started growing our hair long in the fall and kept growing it until the beginning of summer. Then we’d have a really wild night and give each other entirely new looking haircuts. We didn’t always cut each other’s hair really short because we each liked getting our hands in each other’s hair, but every once in a while, we’d go a little crazy and even give each other a flattop! Roger’s got a great looking head of hair and I love getting to cut it and he’s now gotten me looking forward to him giving me all different kinds of haircuts. We’ve discovered we really have a lot of fun doing that!"

During the time they had been home with their father, they were surprised that he had not even once said anything about their hair. They were sure that if they were still living at home, he would have probably immediately sat them down in a chair and cut their hair however he wanted the first moment they walked in the door.

It was probably killing him seeing all three of them having such thick, long hair which they could all tie back in a ponytail. They thought it must be driving him crazy knowing he couldn’t do anything about it.

Seeing that this was the last night before heading back to where they now lived, their father ended up having a few too many drinks. The alcohol made him feel bolder, and he knew that it was now or never to get up his nerve to say what he wanted to say to his sons.

"I’ve bitten my tongue several times this week in order to refrain from saying anything about your hair. I can’t believe how long it is. Now that it’s not all covered with so much grease, you can see that you all have really fantastic looking hair. I’ve never seen your hair this long before. I’d love to comb and brush it before you leave."

"How about even letting me just trim your hair before you leave? You know how much I would love getting to do that. It would be just like old times, only I promise that I will not cut off more than an inch. I’d really love to get my hands in your awesome manes now that they are so long and see what it feels like with you all having such long gorgeous hair."

"I give you my word that there will be no tricks of any kind. Without all that grease you used to have in your hair, your hair has never looked so awesome, and I’d just like to play with it for a while."

"We wondered if you were going to say anything about how long our hair was?" George said. "Do you really like how it looks? We were also really surprised to see you with such long hair. We’ll make a deal with you. If you promise not to cut off more than an inch of our hair, we’ll let you play with our hair however you want and you can cut off an inch."

"In return, there’s just one thing you will have to agree to do. We have never seen you with long hair before either and we think it looks really great. The moment we saw it, we all agreed we would like to comb and brush your hair, and hopefully trim it for you, if you would let us."

"We also promise we will not cut off more than an inch of your hair. Having never combed or brushed your hair before, we just love the idea of getting our hands in your hair for the very first time. We’d like to see how your hair feels and try some different ways we could get it to look."

"We figure if Roger Peck cuts your hair all the time, there’s really no reason why you shouldn’t let us cut your hair at least once. Ever since we moved, we have never gone to a barbershop and we always cut each other’s hair."

"All three of us really like getting to play barber. Come on Dad, let us trim your hair for you! You’ve cut our hair so many times, we think it’s only fair that we should get to cut your hair at least once."

"I think I’m okay with that. It really is tempting having all of us getting our hands in each other’s hair. I did promise Roger that he could cut my hair next week, but that shouldn’t be a big deal. Let’s all have another drink and we’ll talk about this a little more."

After a while, Terry went into the bathroom and got the barber kit that was in the exact same place it had always been. When he came back out and joined the others, he said, "Okay, Dad, while you think about if you’re going to let us trim your hair, how about you sit down in that chair and let us at least comb and brush your hair? We’ve never seen you with so much hair and we’d really like you to at least let us do that."

"No problem there," their father said. "Having had short hair most of my life, I’ll actually enjoy having you guys see how you can get my hair to look." Their father sat down in the chair, and Terry immediately started brushing his hair. He couldn’t believe how soft his father’s hair was and how much body it had. No matter how Terry combed it, it stayed perfectly in place.

To their surprise, however, in just a short while, their father fell asleep. Their father could hold his liquor better than anyone they had ever known. They couldn’t believe that he had already crashed!

"Can you believe he’s actually passed out?" George said. "I don’t think I have ever seen him do that before. I guess he just can’t party the way he used to. Are we still going to comb and brush his hair? He said he’d enjoy having us do that. I’d sure like to get my hands in his hair and see how it feels."

"Sure, why not? Let’s have some fun playing with his hair," Terry said. As he started brushing his dad’s hair, he said, "Do you remember how dad had such a mean streak in him while we were growing up and that a lot of times he took it out on us?"

"When he was drinking, you could see how stoked he was knowing he was going to cut our hair. He could be really cruel at times. It was obvious he enjoyed knowing how much we were dreading him cutting our hair and not telling us how he was going to cut it."

"He knew we didn’t want him to cut our hair really short, but he didn’t care what we wanted. All he cared about was that he was going to have a fun time. Remember how much he loved combing our forelock straight up and then chopping most of it off? He always got such a charge out of watching our long hair falling into our laps."

"Seeing that he always had such short hair, I think he was actually jealous of our hair and that’s why he loved cutting so much of it off. I always thought it made him feel powerful, and it was a way to remind us who was in charge. When he had been really drinking, he really attacked our hair with a vengeance. You could see that he was really stoked cutting our hair as short as he wanted," Terry said.

"You could tell just by how aggressive he was with the scissors, and especially the clippers, that he was really soused, and that he was going to give us really short haircuts. Remember all the times he bossed us around and ordered us to sit in a chair and he would then cut our hair however he wanted? He could really be a mean S.O.B., especially if he had been drinking."

"The drunker he was, the more of our hair he would cut off. He loved torturing us, and really gave us some awful looking haircuts. I hated going to school the next day and seeing everyone looking at how awful our hair looked," George said.

"Remember that one time that he was really angry with the three of us and decided that we needed to be put in our place. We couldn’t believe that he gave all three of us really short flattops. Because Terry and George couldn’t see in a mirror the type haircut they were getting, Mr. Shattraw made sure that all their hair he cut off fell behind them so they couldn’t see how much hair he was cutting off.

He did the exact opposite thing however with Larry. He placed a large mirror in front of him so he could see all his long hair being cut off and falling into his lap. His father started with the clippers and put the #1 guard on them and placed them right below his sideburn. He had not yet turned them on because he wanted Larry to dread knowing what he was going to do.

He then turned them on and ran them almost all the way up to the top of his head. Beautiful thick locks of Larry’s pretty curls fell in waves onto his shoulders and then into his lap. His father loved watching the look on Larry’s face when he did that!

Mr. Shattraw was having such a great time cutting so much of Larry’s pretty curls off that he did something he had never done before. He decided he was going to shoe him! He had loved cutting all his pretty curls down to about half an inch and this was going to make the haircut even more fun.

The next part he was going to enjoy even more. He took the guard off the clippers and placed them in the center and more than half way back from the front of his head. He then turned the clippers on, making certain they were pressed firmly against his head and ran them almost all the way back to the crown.

His father had never cut his hair like this before and Larry wasn’t really sure what he was doing. When Mr. Shattraw finished the haircut, he gave him a hand mirror so he could see his new haircut. There was so much skin showing on top! Larry thought that he looked like a marine and he really hated what his dad had done to him!

He felt it was the meanest thing he had ever done and he felt he definitely didn’t deserve it. He couldn’t believe his beautiful six inch curls were gone and he had practically no hair at all! It would take over a year for his hair to look like it had earlier in the day.

"I think those were probably the worst haircuts he ever gave us. Our flattops were so short that we almost didn’t have any hair at all!" George said. "We really hated that he did that to us, but we knew we couldn’t say a word, fearing it would only make things worse."

"The only good thing that came out of that was we got Clark Peck drunk one night and then told dad that he wanted a flattop just like ours. Dad had no idea we were playing a prank on Clark for making so much fun of our flattops, and we talked Dad into giving him one."

"It was wild seeing Clark sitting there and not having any idea that all his awesome hair which he always bragged about was getting cut off, and that he was going to get a flattop, which we all knew he would really hate!"

"We had never seen him with short hair before, and this was going to be the first time he had ever seen himself with short hair. He really freaked out! Remember how he said how awful our hair looked after dad had given us flattops? He got exactly what he deserved for always being so vain and making so much fun of our hair."

"You know," Larry said, "I wish we could pay dad back and have him know what it felt like to have all our hair cut short no matter if we wanted it short or not. All the years he cut our hair, he really enjoyed knowing how miserable it made us feel. Think how many times he did that to us and we had to just sit there and take it. Why was he always so mean to us? He really had so much fun bullying the three of us all the time."

"Do you think there is anything we could really do to him?" Terry said. "He did say the idea of our cutting his hair was really tempting. The only excuse he gave us was that he had told Roger he could cut his hair next week. If he’s been cutting dad’s hair for over two years now, I really don’t see it being a big deal if we cut it for him just once. Why not do what he always did to us? It would really be a blast seeing his pretty hair being all cut off. Think how many times he did that to us and it didn’t bother him one bit!"

Larry had always known that his father treated him worse than his two brothers and he had always resented him for that. Mr. Shattraw rarely got angry with Terry and George when he would catch them spending time combing their hair, but he would really get annoyed when he found Larry admiring himself, as he stood in front of a mirror and brushed his hair for such a long time. He thought his son was way too conceited about how good looking he thought he was, and especially about how beautiful his hair looked!

Many times when the mood struck him, Mr. Shattraw would just go looking for Larry, hoping he would find him admiring his hair. If he did find him working on his hair, he would order him to sit his ass down in a chair. Larry could see that his father was angry and he knew what was coming.

His father felt Larry needed to be taught a lesson and he really looked forward to giving him one. His father enjoyed punishing him and telling him why he was being punished. He would then pull out his scissors, not even knowing how he was going to cut his hair. All he knew was that he was going to do it, and all Larry could do was sit there and take it.

"Maybe we really shouldn’t cut his hair as short as he used to cut ours," Terry said. "How about instead of cutting all his hair off, we just give him a shorter haircut? His hair is about four inches on top and we could just use scissors and cut off two inches. I’d like to see that four inch long forelock being chopped off right in half."

"His hair on the sides is about three inches and I think we should cut half of that off too. If he’s had his hair long for quite a while now, it will probably really freak him out when he sees that so much of his hair has been cut off. I’d definitely like to be there to see Roger Peck see our father’s perfect pompadour be taken down almost in half."

"We’re leaving first thing in the morning," Terry said. "He’ll probably sleep in late like he usually does when he really ties one on. He knows we have to get up early in order to get to the airport on time to catch our flight. We’ll probably be more than half way home before he even wakes up."

"We can leave him a letter saying what a great time we had seeing him this past week and that we really enjoyed ourselves. We could then say that last night was probably one of the best times we have ever spent with him. We also wanted him to know that we really appreciated it when he told us that it would be okay to cut his hair, especially considering all the haircuts he had given us."

"We’d tell him we hoped he liked the haircut we gave him. We thought he looked awesome. If he did like it, maybe the next time we all got together, we could have a lot of fun cutting each other’s hair!"

"He may not believe a word we wrote, but he probably wouldn’t remember too much about what had happened last night anyway. He’ll have plenty of time to cool off before we see him again, so things will probably be okay."

"As great a time as that would be, I don’t think we should do it," Larry said. "We’ve just spent the best week we have probably ever spent with our father and there’s no point in ruining it now. It’s getting late and I think we should probably turn in and get ready to leave in the morning."

"You know, you’re right. This was definitely one of the best times I can remember with the four of us all being together. Dad actually went an entire week without being in one of his bad moods. Just think! We were actually going to let him cut our hair, and now we don’t have to do it!" Terry said.

In the middle of the night, Larry got up to use the bathroom. He walked through the living room and saw that his father had not even moved. With no one else around, he picked up the comb and began combing his father’s hair again.

He was surprised by how thick and soft his hair felt and how great it stood up. He had never run his fingers through his father’s hair before and it made him begin thinking about some of the things he would like to do with it.

He combed his father’s hair for quite a while. He loved running his fingers through it and taking his hands and running them all through his hair from the front to the back, making it stand up as high as he could.

After he finished combing his hair, he took just a small amount of pomade which made his black hair really shine and stay perfectly in place. Without giving it a lot of thought, he ran his hands through his father’s pretty hair again and he then combed his four inch forelock straight up and cut off about an inch. It was such a rush doing that, even if it was only an inch.

His father never stirred, so Larry continued selecting a lock of hair and cut off another inch. After a while he had cut all his hair on top down from four inches to three. He figured an inch wasn’t all that big a deal, especially if he was brushing it all back. He then brushed it back because he wanted to see how different he looked. He liked how his hair stood up even more than when it was four inches long.

He thought his dad looked great and that stoked him even more to think about taking another inch off the top. He didn’t care what his father thought, he was going to do it. He combed his forelock straight up again and then cut off another inch. His father’s hair on top was now only two inches long instead of four! Larry knew his dad would definitely notice that!

He was having such a great time, even though he knew he was only paying him back just a little for all the awful haircuts he had given him. He then began working on the sides and back. With his hair now being shorter on top than it was on the sides, he knew he had to take the sides down a lot shorter to make it look balanced.

He parted his hair on the sides and combed them straight down. Starting at the front, he selected a lock of his father’s pretty three inch hair and cut it so that it was now about one and a half inches long. He continued to do this all the way around the sides and back. He had cut half of his dad’s hair off and he didn’t even know it! It was such a rush getting to do this and it made him really want to cut even more of his pretty hair off!

He thought to himself, "Wouldn’t it be great if I gave him a flattop with a landing strip just like he gave me? I bet he would hate it as much as I did!" He knew however that he shouldn’t take things too far. His father’s hair was still long enough to brush the sides back and then have the top standing up even taller, instead of being all slicked back.

He combed his father’s hair perfectly into place, enjoying every moment that he had running his fingers through his hair. It really was fantastic getting to comb, brush, and then run his hands all through his dad’s hair because it was something he had never done before.

He thought it would be really great if Roger Peck convinced him to keep growing his hair longer. He remembered when his father said that when he gave Roger his first flattop that he had cut off five inches of his beautiful locks, leaving his hair only an inch long. He said that seeing so much of Roger's pretty hair falling into his lap was unreal!

Larry remembered how awesome it was when his father did the exact same thing to Clark. It was mind blowing seeing Clark just sitting there and his father also cutting five inches of his gorgeous hair off.

He then got his camera and took several pictures of his dad’s new haircut from every angle. Instead of the awful haircuts his father had given him while he was growing up, Larry thought that he had really given him a fantastic looking haircut.

He thought his dad now had a really trendy looking haircut and that he looked years younger. He would bet anything though, that when he woke up in the morning, he was really going to freak out when he realized how much of his hair had been cut off!

Seeing that the boys would have left hours earlier to catch their plane, he would have no idea who cut his hair? He knew it was at least one of them, but he couldn’t be certain who did it. He read the letter they left him, but it didn’t say if just one of them had cut his hair or if all three of them did.

After he had calmed down, he spent a lot of time combing his new haircut to see how it looked. He was really surprised by how great he thought it was. Maybe his sons really would become his barber when they came to visit?

He hoped this would be the beginning of him having a better relationship with his sons. He smiled to himself, and said, "Just wait until we all see each other again. I wonder how the four of us will look? Will my sons still have kept growing their hair? If they do, it will be down to the middle of their shoulder blades. Man, would I love to get my hands in so much hair! I bet we could have some really fantastic times with us all having longer hair."

"You know," Gene thought to himself, "I need to get Roger to join us. Even better, maybe I can get Clark to come along too. I’m still cutting his hair and he changes the way he wears his hair all the time. I’ll have to tell him about this the next time he comes in for a haircut."

Wouldn’t it be great if Clark grew his hair out too? Everyone’s hair would be six inches longer than it is now. Who knows what kind of haircuts we might all end up getting? It would be a fantastic time with the six of us, each having a great head of hair, playing all evening, and seeing what could happen. Who knows how things might turn out?

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