HAIRCUT

This weekend I was over at by friend Daren’s, and he was like, “Bro’, your hair’s really long. You should let my sister cut it.” I was like, “No way, dude! I’ve been growing it for too long!” But then he’s like, “Dude, I’ll pay you ten dollars and she’ll only cut like half an inch.” So I was like, “Alright.”
He gave me the ten dollars and then sat me down in the chair. They took my hair out of the ponytail and let it fall down past my shoulders. Daren joked about cutting off all of it and I was like, “I’d kill you.”
So, his sister did a great job, and she barely took any off (a quarter of an inch, she said). Then he walked up behind with this big pair of scissors and chopped off a whole chunk of my hair.
“DUDE!!!” I said.
He was laughing so hard and I kept grabbing at the back of my hair. His sister was all like, “It’s not that bad, it’s not that bad, I just have to even it up.”
She had to take off four inches.
When she got to my bangs, it was the hardest.
“Come on,” I said. “Not my bangs, too. They’re fifteen inches long.”
“I have to,” she said.
She snipped across the bottom of my bangs. Now they’re ten inches long. I swear, I almost cried right there.
“Oh, dude…” I said.
Daren was rolling. “I’ve wanted to do that forever!”
“Dude, I am not fucking talking to you,” I said.
“Oh, come on!” he said. “You needed a haircut!”
I am not cutting it again at ALL, all through summer. I’m letting it grow until September, six solid months.
Now it just barely touches my shoulders (before it tumbled over them) and my bangs won’t go into my ponytail. I CAN’T WAIT FOR IT TO GROW OUT!