My wife kept steering me in the right direction when it came to hair styling. I also got married and had a permanent fashion consultant in the house.

I was happy with my appearance for the first time in a long time. It made my head look less narrow and I actually looked cool.

My saving grace was the extended-mussy-spikey-messy look that started in the mid 00's. I wore hats so often that you would have thought I was a first base coach. The goatee was still there and I wore a lot of hats. Then the skater/mushroom/almost-in-the-middle-part do that did not do me any favors. Then in the mid to late 90's, is was the George Clooney ER-do. In college I just grew my hair out, bought flannel shirts and learned to play the guitar. I got by for awhile copying what my friends did in middle school and high school. So, having a nice haircut was vital for me. So naturally, I grew a goatee for a while to draw attention away from my head. Add to those physical traits my lack of style and you got a bad haircut magnified by 12 million. Now that my jowls have begun to come in like the last generation of men in my family, I look even more like Dr Bunsen Honeydew's poor lab assistant. On the school bus in middle school, I was teased relentlessly. So I am pretty sure that my hatred for haircuts goes back to the beginning of time.

I have a very old childhood memory of me sitting at the barbers office on Benfield Road as a 3 yearold.

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