At the Intersection of Homelessness and Vanity

So I'm at the hair salon, getting my hair all salonned, when a strange man appeared outside, repeatedly thrashing at his head.

 

"Oh, he comes here all the time," said my hair salonner.

Turns out, this homeless guy is vain as all get out. He pretends the tree is a mirror and he primps and coifs and combs for long stretches of time.

 

I wonder how much he charges for a partial highlight. You would think the girls inside would feel threatened by the competition. Instead, they have nicknamed him Blanket Boy, although I'm not sure why.

Blanket Boy, Blanket Boy.... Is it some Michael Jackson reference? Maybe he sings while doing his hair.

Oh well, I guess I'll figure it out eventually.


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Coincidentally, this guy is also nicknamed Blanket Boy. Again, not sure why.

 

Picture drawn by Allison Jae