Matthew

What am I doing? As far as I know, I’m not a babysitter. Then why am I in a salon picking out a hairstyle for a twenty-two year old girl with long wavy hair that’s most of the time frizzy. First a tattoo, now a hair color? What’s next? Eyeliners and black clothing? This girl is sure late on rebellion. I wouldn’t wonder if she starts listening to emo music anytime soon. In fact, I would be more surprised if she doesn’t.

“How about it? Find anything?” the hairdresser asked. She’s been asking me the exact same thing for about a dozen times. Seriously, what do I know about...