Book Title

The Hairdresser.

I’m going to put Sunday off for a later day, Monday was much better. The hair stylist and I came to an agreement, he will come over and tell me his life story, a memoir if you will. And trust me, this guy has stories, everything from checking into jail and them turning him away sense they didn’t have the paperwork to mob stories that we can’t mention names in. I’m actually excited about this, sounds like a cool idea and it would be damn entertaining. So now I have my second job, my claim to fame, everyone wish me well. And don’t try stealing the idea, I’m like his third son so he loves me, fuck off. Peace out.