Last night I ran into one of the three locticians that I decided not to see any more. We were both weak on facial recognition but then like a ray of light shining on both of our faces we remembered how and why we knew each other. For me she was the sailor cursing, oh no uh uh, your wife must be white woman. I am assuming I was the MF got twist and did not even call me back so and so. At any rate, the air in the room was thin and we both we looking for a way out. So she said:
Loctician: Oh I see you got your hair done.
Natro: Yeah. [pause/ breathe] My wife did it.
Natro: My wife did it!
Loctician: [now walking closer to see my hair better] hmm. oh ok it looks good. Let me see the back! (the back was slower growing than the rest of my head) right, I figured that.
Natro: [I turned over my shoulder and looked at her as she walked off][Exhale, its over…the awkward lady is leaving, laugh for the camera. Fake it, smile its almost over]
As she left my view I laughed and thought that some people…
She is loctician #2 in 3 Strikes.