I decided I had to get my haircut today. I'm not particular at all with who cuts my hair, it's so facile, it's just a straight cut, a trim. I thought six inches should be enough. All the sun, sea and sand these last couple of months, it was time to freshen up. I wanted someplace new, so I drove to Chinatown and stopped at the first place I saw, May Beauty Salon, off of Broadway. It did look scary but I'm always down for scary, as long as it's Asian. Of course, I was the only customer. There was a lady in the back corner burning paper, similar to spirit money one burns for the dead/ancestors. Smokey the bear.
