Done with Zahir

I'm finished getting my hair cut at Indovino. I wait at least 30 minutes every time despite the appointment only policy. Today my appointment was at 1:30, I arrived at 1:25, no other customers in the place. At 2:00 I was fed up with him spending 35 minutes with his shampoo sales lady that I said I would re- schedule some other time, he chases me out, will not let me close my car door, apologizes up a storm, tells me he will give me a free hair cut (money isn't the issue here, time is), grabs my arm to prevent me from closing my car door (As stated multiple times I hate to be grabbed or restrained in any way, that's why I beat up so many people at the bar in the past). While waiting he said Dave you gained weight. This comment pissed me off because I'm at a Barber Shop not Jenny Craig. Try dieting for 6 months to get on Acne medicine then 5 months of eating super good while on it. Forgive me for indulging in some horrible food and gaining 15lbs. I get home and he left two messages on the home recorder. I deleted them without listening because I don't care. I have spent more time waiting to get my hair cut than I have getting my hair cut.

I remember one time there was a guy in the chair, Matt whom I went to school with since Elementary and then some short haired Dyke woman whom walked in after Matt and I, this Dyke gets taken first. Every single person that goes there for a hair cut is pissed about waiting, being double booked. When his shop was being remodeled I remember driving to Van Dyke to his temp spot. My friend Adam was waiting, said he had been waiting for 1.5 hours, I found out I had not 1, not 2, not 3, not 4, but 5 people in front of me, I left.

Finally, every time I go there I have to hear about how I never call someone. Dave how come you don't call Jim anymore? blah blah, well for starters I don't even have his number, he works 900 hours a week and is always out of town. I heard you and other Dave are not friends, why? Well Zahir he can't handle his alcohol and attacked me while I was driving him home from the bar, after preventing him from taking an ass whopping by some random people whom he talked shit to in the bathroom, approached after he got out of the bathroom and talked more shit, so yea I gave him a little chin check after we almost rolled my truck which was 100% due to him attempting to put me in a head lock.

Perhaps getting my hair cut there is too high school. I'm a changed man. I prefer to watch Tv, go out with my awesome and perfect gf, or play poker. I'm not the beer chugging, party animal I once was. I 'm sober for the most part, I enjoy a nice glass of wine or Champagne on special occasions or with a good meal. I changed for me because I didn't like the person I had become. I put my passions before alcohol (which for some reason is very confusing to others). Quite frankly I'm sick of typing and plan to never mention this shit again, if people are so ignorant (reading comprehension wise) to understand then the loss is due to there lack of understanding. I don't hate people I used to see at the bar, that is simply not the case. I have nothing in common with them, I'm just me. Again, I'm at a new and exciting point in my life. I have created a lucrative career from what nearly everyone assumed was stupidity and degeneracy at it's finest. I guess people hate to congratulate they would rather player hate (lol). Actually I think many people are jealous of my success and happiness which is simply childish. This is the last blog entry like this, I promise that. I will try harder to update more frequently. My Mom has surgery tomorrow since the Doctor fucked it up the first time and I'm going to Tigers Fest on Saturday.