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Bad Idea

I decided to give myself a hair cut. My hair is thick, and long. Very long.

However, at the time I decided to cut it, I was in a foul mood. I was slightly drunk, high on utterly shit crack and hadn’t taken my antidepressants in over a week.

So I got the kitchen scissors and started hacking away. What a fucking stupid idea.

Don’t cut your hair with a pair of blunt kitchen scissors when you’re filled with bitter rage.

I now look like a wonky, butch lesbian who stuck my finger in a plug socket.

Subsequently, I’ve had to purchase some fake hairpieces from Amazon.

I knew I should have just shaved it all off.

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