Bogie

To a hipster barbershop where, while trying to ignore on-the-nose jukebox classics, I’m given what is probably the best haircut I’ve ever had.

It’s incredible. They’ve made me look like a young Humphrey Bogart. I walked home along the backs of the swooned.

“Good news” you might say, but, as I look in the mirror, I understand with a sudden jolt that every time I’ve been on stage, every time I’ve been photographed for an interview or a book jacket, every time I’ve dressed up for a wedding or an important meeting, every time I’ve tried to look nonchalant while signing a proffered Loose Egg, and even that time I auditioned for Mastermind, I’ve looked like a shit-haired twat.

2 comments

    1. I suspected as much. In a way it was your big day. In another it was the bird’s nest of mediocrity upon one guest’s head’s day.

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