I get the feeling that my youth is wasted on reddit,
or playing solitaire or chess or anything other than what I should be doing,
but then again, it seems like youth is destined to be wasted and wished for,
but why the fuck should I care….
I ain’t got nowhere to be
extrapolate on the word ‘stable’
while dancing on a tight rope over the Grand Canyon
and wondering what’s so grand about it….
I like cutting hair, I don’t know why. No, I didn’t get any sort of license or anything, though I don’t see how that’s important.
For some reason, you need the silliest of certificates to do some of the most mundane sort of jobs.
But in a way, I had experience. I worked with a lot of sharp objects in the past. I became quite proficient at what I did, you see. I killed a lot of people.
Which I know sounds bad. I mean, it is, yes, of course it’s bad. That’s why I’m here, trying to make amends, so to speak. I want to do something positive for the rest of my life, however long that may or may not be.
So, while I know it might not be the ideal scenario for letting a convicted serial killer cut your hair, I hope you’ll make an exception and relax. Because I am quite good at what I do…I give quite the killer haircut, if I do say so myself.
Fred Aiken Writing 