My home girl and I went to a restaurant after work. It wasn’t planned. The D train decided it wanted to F up the rest of my night by going on the F line. We’re both hungry, so we say why not get some eats. It’s been a minute since she and I have been at Uno’s so why not do what you haven’t done in a while? So we got our seats and the waiter comes by. We’re in good spirits so why not have a good time. So as we are being our true selves, friendly and playful dude seems to be a stick in the mud. We both look at him and look at each other, with that knowing look. After finishing our order dude walks awake and she says what I’m thinking. With a haircut like that why is he not fun? Dude has a Mohawk. Why be lame with such a haircut?

Learn from my mistake. Don’t let the haircut fool you.