Haven’t been to a proper barber for the last, say ten years or so. And as I needed a haircut this Saturday, I took matters into my own hands yet again. What this means is two things.
1. I’m obviously a cheap bastard.
2. Hence my lack of double mirrors, I (still) have no idea how my hair looks like in the neck.
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