CC.2:
RB: “Your shoes look like you are a fancy boy, but your fingernails are dirty! ”
JH: “Aah. Come on, come on it’s the hair we’re talking about.”
RB: “Look!”
JH: “It’s time, I know. I’m in the middle of finals and this is me avoiding a twenty page paper documenting the fictionalized breakfast-eating habits of post-modern printmakers. ”
RB: “REED COLLEGE.”
JH: “AND, I ran out of Oolong. Oolong, kombucha and toilet paper run. And haircut.”
RB: “Well Sir, I will tell you once more that I am in love with your girlfriend, and that you are clearly something special, with your crazed silhouette, and that a deep pulse of thrill runs through my wrists when I think about cutting both sides of a perfect equation. Cutting both of your domes, I consider this to be a holy privilege.”
JH: “Make me blush, you do it every time.”
RB: “Then I blush. Blushing, together. ”
[INTERLUDE IN WHICH I TURN FROM THE MIRROR AND PRETEND TO EXAMINE MY SCISSORS UNTIL MY CHEEKS AREN'T RED]
RB: “Can you tell me whats in your mind, right now? What do you want your head-shadow to look like?”
JH: “Uhm. The thing is, I guess, every time I get a hair cut, I always secretly want to tell the person with the scissors that I desperately want to look ‘Terrifying’, but I am always afraid to ask. I’m afraid to say I want to look terrifying. Hmmm?”
RB: “I’m delighted when someone feels so much in regard to their head-shape. Please feel, and opine, please do this always! I think I want your hair to look like the lovechild of Capote and Lynch, a fiery, benevolent nightmare on top of your rosy dome. Yes?”
JH: “Weirdo, yes, you weirdo.”
RB: “Let’s go.”
JH: “Well this will be nice, I will have a full-fledged cut for my performance final, one in which I, along with a band of other boys, will film a dissection of a paper-mache antelope carcass, a very bloody dissection. It’s strange and I think it’ll be really beautiful. Ah, yeah, I do.”
RB: “I want to see this, actually to be there. Will you send me a picture, please Dearest? You and your girlfriend. You and your girlfriend.”