I had a tough time with girls. The reason is because my mom used to cut my hair. “I’m not paying nobody to do what I can do,” she said. My mom would put a bowl over my head, grab the clippers, and go around my head one time, against the grain, and that was my haircut. Once, I looked in the mirror afterward, and there were these random bald patches. I looked like a Lego figure after you unsnap the hair from it. Meanwhile, she used to go to the hair salon to get shape-ups and trims. To this day, I don’t understand this shit. My brother actually began his entire life of crime because he wanted a
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