I’m up in Tampa and I need to get my hair done. It’s been a while since I’ve been laid too, so that adds another layer of drive to my mission. It takes me a bit before I find what seems like the best salon in the area. The place is bustling with activity when I walk through the door, but it doesn’t take long for someone to notice me and come over. “You here for an appointment?” He asks as he looks over his roster of names at reception desk.
“No,” I shake my head and glance at him through hooded eyelids, “looking for something else.”