The Vampire of Sacremento

Cooked Cow Soothes the Soul

“Sir, are you sure you want to do this?” the cute young blonde was staring hard at me with her emerald green eyes.

“Of course I’m sure so just get on with it” I waved my hand impatiently at her and stared at my reflection in the mirror.

“Bro, your going to regret this when you aint trippin no more” I looked at Alan who was standing next to the barber chair I was sitting in.

“I don’t think so, I’m pretty sure about this.” I felt my lips spread into a goofy grin. I’m Positive that didn’t look convincing.

“Why you want to chop off your golden locks anyways? I’m sure they make the girls just swoooon.” He started to laugh uncontrollably and pretended to faint when I flipped my hair.

“HA HA, your so funny Alan!” I swiveled in the chair and gave him a light punch to the gut. He stepped out of my reach and laughed even harder at me. Looking in the mirror, I saw the blonde fighting a smile.

“Last chance sir…are you sure about this?” she had the shaver plugged in and was fixing on a blade to its head.

“I still think you should wait Richard. And you didn’t tell me your reason why yet.” He was looking hard at my face in the mirror.

“Nothing says badass like coming back from spring break with a new do.” Alan reached over and ruffled my hair for what would be the last time.

“Okay Richie, do what you want.” Though his voice was flat and lacked emotion, his eyes held a level of admiration. He and I both knew that he would never cut his long black hair. It’s partly his trade mark.

“Of course I do what I want, I’m a grown man.” The blonde laughed and it helped break some of the tension that hung in the air.

“How much of it do you want gone?” she fluffed my hair up; playing with it.

“All of it. Give me the lowest buzz cut you’ve ever done in your life.

I heard the shaver come to life in her hands.

“Okay…here we go.”

I stared at my face in the mirror as my hair fell on my smock in thick clumps.

                                                                  ~δεατη~

“MOM STOP, ITS ME!” she quit swinging her cooking pan long enough to look in my face.

 “Richie?” I let go of her hands and her arms fell to her sides.

“Yeah, it’s me mom.” I reached my hand up to run it through my hair but my hands fell short. I forgot there’s nothing there. I guess I have a great deal of habits to let go of now that my hair is pretty much gone.

“What the hell did you do to your hair?!” she glowered up at me and put her hands on her hips.

“I…cut it” my voice went up at the end as if I was asking a question. I resisted the urge to touch my invisible hair again. I totally forgot about what my mom would think. And by the look on her face, she’s thinking a lot.

“Did you even think to ask me!?” her voice rose up and octave like it usually does when she’s mad.

“Uum…”

“Well?”

“No mom, I’m sorry.” The anger drained from her face and her hands dropped from her hops.

“It’s too late now to do anything about it.” She lightly ran her hand over my buzz cut and giggled at the texture. “I do like it, but not as much as your long hair. Why would you want to cut it anyway?”