It was fairly late & dark. I was walking towards the Max Train stop, & out of a gaggle of hooligans stepped forward, a young punk with hair that had geometrical razor cuts & purple tips, maybe 15 years old, who blocked my way & said- "hey... how come you are bald, man?
I said, without missing a beat, "because I FUCKED with my hair when I was your age. & off I went.
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