Two bits!

I reached a milestone today in my slow journey out of poverty. I was able to get a haircut without worrying about making next month's rent. Woohoo!

It was my first haircut since moving here in October (and you could tell). Puglisi's in DC could always be trusted, but looking for a good barber shop in a strange place can be hit or miss. I lucked out though, and the dude I found did a decent job.

He also gave me the hot lather with a straight razor treatment to finish off. This is the defining mark of a good haircut. There's something about it that makes you feel like your grandpa, in a good way. Hot lather with a straight razor should be inducted into some sort of Hall of Fame. I'm not sure which one though.

It's nice to not look like a hobo.