It's official: the furniture business is in the tank right now. And as sign of the times, I let my little brother Matt cut my hair today.
Actually, I blame the fact Mike Lowell hasn't signed yet for my temporary insanity, but my wife is starting to question whether I'm certifiable or not. So I've gotta blame it on something.
About the time my Pop took this picture, I was second guessing myself: for all the grief I've given the boy for 32 years, it's a small miracle he didn't shave his initials in the back of my head.
In a surprising development, it turned out pretty good: I've sort of got a George Clooney thing going on with my gray hair and how Mattie cut it. Well, IF I was good looking, richer than the Pope, and had supermodels knocking down my door, I'd have a George Clooney thing going on.
You get what I mean.
It's a big improvement over the last hair cut I had: that one was done with my beard trimmer. Word to the wise: beard trimmers DO NOT make good hair cutting tools. I looked like Gilbert Grape for about 2 weeks: Matt's at least was for actual haircuts. For $20 bucks, I'm taking the plunge and buying one: it costs $12 dollars at my barber, and we pay $10 for Rakes and $5 for Trot, so once I use it on all 3 of us, it's paid for.
Besides, like I said, we're not exactly a bunch of Picasso's from the get go: how bad can I screw it up?
Finally, a message for Theo: if you mess this Lowell thing up, all bets are off. I know you have this formula you use, and you were right on Nomar and Petey. BUT, you blew it on Lowe and the O.C. So at best, YOUR way works 50% of the time. Besides, whatever it'd cost you for a 4th year, you'll make it up on T shirt sales and limited edition Mike Lowell shaving cream.
So for the love all that is good and holy:
I Love It
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