I was Sitting and waiting to see what they were going to do to me while beads of perspiration raced down my red nervous cheeks. Every muscle tensed inside of my body as my hand gripped the chair that seemed to wrap around me and squeeze me in, never wanting to let me go. A shapely young woman's figure began to round the courner near to my right, and proceed toward me. My eyes were shifting faster than ever to avoid eye-contact as I heard her smooth voice dig deep into my ears, "It will be twenty more minutes, wait here." My clenched hands around the arm-rests of the chair that I sat upon began to release with a sign of relief. I wiped the sweat from my brow and stared forward at the vast array of utensils and products that they often use on their victim's heads. What would they do to mine? Would I leave mangled and hard to look upon? I'd be happy to make it out alive at this point. Will my strength be gone? These thoughts continued for the next wenty minutes as I waited until I heard the ominous voice creap up and state my name, "Ned." I turned my head and my neck felt stiff from staring foward for so long. I stood. I turned. I walked to my awaiting throne. The walk seemed like an eternity, but came to an end when I slowly sat deep into the swiveling chair of cutting. I felt hands graze my beautiful locks of hair. I heard the sound of blades sweeping across one another repeatedly as it neared my scalp. They cut my hair.


NDK


Whenever you find a needle with dirty things on it, leave it where it lies---Ned Kimmel