ChopChop

I don't like hair stylists.
At least not with a pair of scissors.
They're too opinionated, too stubborn, too ready to go crayzay.

Therefore, I've generally just let my hair go, trimming playfully every six months or so.
Last weekend I was having trouble with the front section. So I decided to change it, "just a little", I thought.
Minutes later i had bangs.

It's ok, I guess. Someday I might grow some balls and let the professionals attack. We'll see. For now I look like this:



or this, depending how I play it: