An old photo of Jordy cutting the writer’s hair.
Greg Dixon
‘Your hair is looking good,” said Michele. I sighed. “Well, at least that’s something,” I muttered.
It was true. Though I had just got up, the hair, mostly still dark, mostly still there, fully a short back and sides, was looking pretty good.
I had cut it myself a few days before. It was an emergency job. After weeks of it looking
