51. Stu'sStyles

ReCalled by
STUART ROBBINS
to
Max Cleary

Was I a castaway in a nightmare. Or what?
I had the hair horrors. One thing I was certain about, and that was that I didn't like my hair. It wasn't that he wanted to get rid or it, like shaving it bald - bald was one of my worst nightmares. I just wanted new and different hair. Was that too much to ask?
May be I could work it out in the computer.
I fiddled around with the paintbrush again. Photoshop was fine for altering images in general, but I never had success when trying to edit a part of an image. In this particular case, I couldn't get my hair right.
Earlier in the day, I had scanned a picture of myself into the computer in order to try to alter my hair. But it was just too hard; there was no way I could manipulate the image into a workable style.
As I stepped into the shower and started to put shampoo in my hair, I was again faced with the undeniable fact that my hair was too long. It seemed like a foot long on the top, the fringe in my eyes at every moment; this was just too much. Something, anything, had to be done. But what? Just different; and short.
Later that night, I climbed into bed, still thinking about my haircut hassle. New hair was what I desperately wanted, at lease a new style. But what could I do? What if I didn't like the style I chose, and what if I wanted to change the color? What if nobody else liked it? What could I do?
Eventually I fell asleep, tossing and turning. Sometime during the night I awoke suddenly from my troubled sleep. My computer monitor was on, for some reason, so I went over to see what was on the screen. As I got closer, I saw - me!!! But how could that be? No, it wasn't the scanned image I had put in a couple of days ago. It was me!
I sat down in front of the screen and my image "woke up" and looked at me.
"Well, I thought that you'd never wake up!" he exclaimed at me, and not with a distorted digital voice, but with my real voice. "Come on, hurry up; we have a lot of work to do before morning."
"But - how did you, did I, get into the computer? Who are you?"
"I'm Stuart."
"You can't be. I'm Stuart."
"Okay, how about this: You can think of me as a virtual projection of your subconscious mind into cyberspace. I'm Stuart Virtual and you're Stuart Reality."
"Here, take this helmet, and put it on." Stuart Virtual suddenly produced an almost invisible helmet, and held it out to me. "Take it."
Still bewildered, but somehow realizing that I was still hopefully in a dream, I reached toward the computer and my hands went right into the screen, like Alice Through the Looking Glass, and was actually able to take hold of the helmet. "That's it. Now put it on."
It was like an American football helmet in shape and size, except it was extremely light and almost completely see-though except for tiny buttons on the side near the center of the ear. I put the helmet on.
"Now, I want you to push the button near your right ear. You'll see why in a minute." So I did what he asked, and a screen opened up floating in space in front of me, showing a menu of different things to do with me hair. I scrolled down, and found twenty-eight different thumbnail pictures of me, each one different: They all had changed styles of hair! There were track balls, sliders, color swatches, a picture of me as I looked now, and a large blank square in the bottom left quadrant of the screen.
"Now push the button near your left ear." I did that with some hesitation, but eager to see what this would do. Nothing new showed up on the screen.
"What was that supposed to do?" I asked the SV.
"It did what it was supposed to do. Just touch the blank square on GUI (Graphic User Interface)."
I did, and I couldn't believe it. The Helmet had zapped off all the hair on my head, not even leaving a stubble! "What the hell did you do that for?!" I yelled at my image while I ripped off the helmet, now realizing that I was fully awake. I hoped I wasn't. There I found only smooth skin as I my hands all over my head, but, without any evidence that hair had ever grown there - or would grow there again. "Where's my hair?"
"Relax, just press the button on the left again." I put the helmet back on, and pushed the button on the left, and was relieved to see all my former hair grow back.
"Now, I want you to touch an image that you like, and push the left button on the Helmet again. It's okay; this time, you won't go bald - for long." So, in a trance-like state, I did as my other self. The gelled bumper looked interesting. With a bit of control fiddlein I turned it bright red. That was on the GUI Screen. But I could see my reflection in the bedroom mirror. Under the helmet my hair zapped off again leaving me bald, then gradually over about a minute my hair grew back again, now a hed-headed, glossy gelled, forward combed "bumper". Off with the helmet. It was still there. Could this be the style I had been looking for? I did like it.
"That's just a sample Stu", said Stu. "There're are plenty more where that came from". I felt my hair all over. The new style felt good with the solid gel. This was a definite possibility in my search for a style. "Alright. Now that I've taught you how to use this, and you've seen how it works, that's enough for tonight."
He was right; I was really tired. But just one last look, and feel of me without any hair at all, so I pressed the left button again for the hairless, smooth head; then the button again and my current hair was back.
Then, a strange thought entered my mind. I thought, "What the hell? It's just a game anyway, and no one has to see it." I pressed the button again and went bald, took off the Helmet and placed it up to the screen. It melted through and became a small icon. My Stuart Virtual image disappeared.
Rubbing my hands over my head, I got back into bed. The soft pillow felt really cool and light on my naked scalp.
The next morning I woke up with a start. Something was wrong. My head felt light and strange. My hands flew up to my scalp, and to my horror I felt smooth skin. That was NO nightmare! I looked at myself in the mirror. I was bald, alright.
As I started to collect my thoughts, I went back to my computer and booted it up. There was the helmet icon, just as it appeared last night. Desperately, I clicked on the icon, and it grew in size; I picked the Helmet out of the screen, and Stuart Virtual greeted me. The left button made real hair grow back again. I took off the Helmet and gave my hair a tug just to make sure it wasn't an illusion.
I got dressed, and went down to breakfast. But before I left my room, I decided to trim up my hair a bit, and lighten the color just a tinge. Afterall, it would still be over a foot on top with the trim, and not too noticeable.
At school everything seemed to be as usual, but it wasn't - at least I wasn't. I was dying to tell my girlfriend, Erin, about the GUI - but I couldn't. I just couldn't bring myself to think about this incredible thing that was too amazing beyond words. No one seemed to say anything to me about my slightly-altered hair, so by lunch time I began to question myself: Did it really happen??? But all I had to do was reach up to my neck and feel the shorter hair, or to pull down the fringe to see the lighter color. But no one else has yet noticed.
When I got home, I desperately wanted to go to the computer, but I restrained myself long enough to do my homework, eat dinner, and then I settled down to watch TV. But I just couldn't seem to get interested in the show; I was too preoccupied with my haircut.
So I said good night to everyone, and that I was going to bed early because I was surprisingly tired. Of course I didn't go to sleep, but I turned on the computer and went to the helmet icon and clicked. My Virtual Self greeted me, asked me how the day was, and if anyone noticed anything. After pressing the button on the left and instantly going bald, Stuart Virtual told me that there was another feature that I hadn't tried yet. He told me to touch the "Historical HairCuts" button. I did so, and underneath appeared thumbnails of various people from all throughout history.
I thought for a moment, and then touched the "Chingachgook" Mohawk picture.
Instantly I felt my eyes snap shut, but I could still see. Only I didn't see my room, but I was sitting outside of a tepee talking to Chingachgook. It all seemed very natural. Then I felt a breeze, and I realized that I didn't have a shirt on, and I was wearing only deerskin leggings. I then reached my hand up to my head, and I could feel long hair there. It seemed that that was what we had been talking about, for Chingachgook said to me, "You have the hair of a young boy, but you have become a man. We will now show the world that you are a man by cutting your hair appropriately into a Mohawk."
I was too astonished to reply, so I just sat there with my long hair resting on my bare shoulders. Without a word, Chingachgook removed his sharp hunting knife from his belt, and began to cut away at my long hair. At the first slice, a screen popped up in the middle of no where, reminding me that I was in virtual reality, and showed me what Chingachgook was doing from his own eyes. I could see him hack away at my locks with his hunting knife, until all that was left of my hair was about an inch long. Then he took out his razor-sharp tomahawk, and he began to scrape my head all over, except that he left a streak about two inches wide running down the center of my head, from my forehead to the nape of my neck.
"Now you look like a man." He ran his hands down the streak of hair. Then the scene started to fade away, and my eyes opened and I was again looking at my computer screen. Only now, the Selected Style picture was of me with the mohawk. I reached my hand up to my head, and I felt this strange haircut. It was and amazing sensation to feel the difference between total baldness and bristly 1/2 inch hair. And it was only in that two inch wide swath. I decided to leave this style on and sleep in it.
The next morning I woke up, and again my head felt strangely light. But it was a bit sore, I supposed that my scalp was unused to being scraped with a dry tomahawk. So I went up to the computer and switched to bald. Then I got into the shower. The hot water pouring down on my scalp was soooo soothing - I couldn't believe how good this felt! I realized that being bald has a lot going for it. But I still didn't think that I was ready for that. So after I towelled off and went back to my room, I put the helmet on and returned my hair back to its original form. Then, like yesterday, I doctored it up a bit: another color tinge just a little bit like the bumper I had in cyber space combed forward, sort of cross between that bumper and a long Caesar. But the hair in front of my head was so long that I had to trim it up to just over my eyebrows so that I could see. Woulod any notice this time?
That day proceeded in much the same way. At night, I again went to historical button. This time it would be a less radical haircut. When I started up the screen, I again went to the base bald. Then I touched on the first thumbnail - the one with the bunch of black hair.
As soon as I pressed on the haircut, I could feel the mass of black hair pressing down on my head. I liked this, but there was too much mass on top of my head. I selected the "Texture" option, and I was presented with a list of several options, "straight." I could feel my hair straighten, but it was very very long. Select the "Top" button. With the track ball I shortened my hair and changed the color a bit - just for fun, dark red this time, the "Natural" button. I liked this, sort of.
It needed more. It looked too much like a wig. So I pulled down the hair on the sides to create sideburns; I used the track ball to do this; followed by the "Fringe" option, and selected "Side", to pull some of the hair in front down.
After that, I liked this style, but I didn't want to wear it to bed so just reverted base bald option again, and went to bed re-admiring the softness of the pillow on my head.
Now it was the weekend. Erin and I had a date on Saturday night. I couldn't resist asking Stuart Virtual what he could do for a new hairstyle without actuall having a new style.
"Select 'Standard Style'", advised SV. I did. "Select 'Groom'". I did. My hair was the same old style, but incredibly neat, like a 1930s film star after a barroom brawl, and they always lookedn as though they had just left Hollywood's top barber's chair. It must have worked. Erin didn't say anything, but she did gently stroke a loose wisp back into place.
Sunday afternoon after the game I had some time to spare - actually I made the time abd went into Stuart Virtual's CyberCuts once more.
"Try 'Ramdom'", Stu V told me. I found the control.
"Here goes". I said aloud. Wham. I tried to figure out where I was. I looked around as much as I could, and saw that I was facing away from the mirror. Then a barber's cloth slowly floated towards me. I still couldn't see clearly. The barber's cloth was fastened around my neck. A pair of scissors floated towards me. I was helpless.
My head was jerked backwards a few times, and then I realized that my long hair was being hacked off. There was nothing I could do. Suddenly it stopped, and my vision was blocked for a moment. It cleared and I felt a pressure on my lap. My hair was sitting in it. Then I felt the scissors go to work all over my head. All of my hair was floating on down past my eyes. My bangs were combed straight down over my eyes, temporarily blinding me. But my vision returned as, with three quick snips, my bangs were cut short. I was being given a short, regular boys' haircut. The snipping suddenly stopped, and I was relieved, thinking that the cut was over. Then, I heard the buzzing of electric clippers coming towards my head.
The clippers cold blades touched the side of my head. With a smooth, steady motion, the machine ploughed its way up the side of my head, leaving in its wake a path of clipped bristles. Soon the entire right side of my head was buzzed to the skin. The clippers moved next to the back of my head, sending little tufts flying in the air. The same treatment was then preformed on the left side of my head, and then finally the clippers fell silent. The sides and back of my head had been reduced to stubble.
I was sure that it was finally over, but then I felt a warn, soapy sensation near my ear. I heard the characteristic slapping sound of a straight razor being honed on a strop. A straight razor was suddenly pulled down my cheek, levelling off my sideburns and the few stray hairs on my cheek. I remained paralysed out of fear of being cut.
The razor next began moving behind my ear, levelling off my hairline, and finished by shaving my other sideburn. The phantom barber paused, as if to admire its work. I thought that SURELY this was the end. But no! I felt a thick gel being rubbed into the hair on the top of my head. My hair was parted very high on the left side, and my short bangs were combed straight across out of my face. Hot air blasted my head as I could feel the gel set. It was over. I was spun around to see the mirror, and then I returned to my room.
I reached up and felt my new, bristly haircut. The sides and back of my head were totally buzzed - it felt like someone else's head! And the gel had dried, and the neatly-combed ridges on the top of my head were as stiff and hard as rock. I tried to mess what little hair remained, but I was stuck there. The part remained ruler-straight, and every stiff, bristly hair remained firmly in place. On the GUI screen, I rotated my head around, and from some angles, it appeared almost as if the sides and back were just about shaved.
Ok. That looked good. I'd keep that in mind. But it was bedtime, and so far I had made my head bald at night, and I did that now. I had to admit it did feel good, and I enjoyed the look in private, even though I would never wear it in public. This I went to sleep with a clear head.
The next morning I showered, letting the spears of water pound on my bare skull. Then I remembered something. I hadn't washed my hair for days. Every time I showered I was bald. Out of the shower I towelled myself damp, went to the computer, opened my Style Search, put on the Helmet, put my hair back on, and went back into the shower. There I gave myself a good shampoo, so I knew that whatever style I day at least it would be clean.
I was tempted to go to school bald. But no. I had washed and dried my hair, so I left it that way. What I did do was to talk to a couple of guys on the campus who had shaved heads and asked them what it was like, pretending that I was thinking of doing the same. All I wanted was to find out if their experience was at all like mine. It wasn't. They went into some detail of soaping and shaving every day and let me feel their scalps. There was nothing similar to their shaved heads where I could still see a slight shadow of hair and feel some bristle, even though they had been freshly shaved. When my head was hairless, there was nothing, no shadow, no bristle; just completely hairless. It was an interesting investigation.
Over the next couple of nights I visited "Historical Haircuts" again. Since my hair had never been really long I wanted to know what that was like. King Charles 11 of England wore long black curly hair falling way past his shoulders and down his back, so I went to his court, where I met him and his girlfriend Nell Gwynn, with the big oranges. But actually he wore a wig, called a full-bottom. I tried one on, but look and felt ridiculous.
Bismark was interesting, a severe shaved high and tight, with the top longer and parted and greased flat. I didn't mind that cut and kept it while I did my homework. Visiting the Prussian shloss was interesting with the splendid uniforms and the beautiful women with plunging necklines.
The French Dauphine at the time of Joan of Arc had a haircut which was kind of modern, but not. This was a genuine bowl cut, shorn and shaved from the temple in a straight line around the head. The back was lower than the front, though the line around was exact, while the top was left long, but the fringe cut right off close to the scalp. The Dauphine's barber cut my hair like this. Not too bad. It should have looked like a bowl cut, which I had had when I was younger, but it didn't. And I had already had a bowl cut so I wasn't too keen on this. Joan of Arc didn't show up, but they did talk about her. There were the days before women's-lib, and they were pretty confused about a young girl leading an army. Still I suppose it would be the same now.
Each day I changed my usual style a bit, with a little more lightening in color, and beginning to comb it forward more, though not too much. I also made it a little shorter. There were still many styles to try, but I was sort of making up my mind where it would all end up.
All this was great fun - sometimes having historical figures shape and cut my hair in the style of the times. But Virtual Stuart insisted that I should do some designs myself with the controls on the GUI screen. Having total control of my hair look was fascinating. Using the virtual track ball I could move my part from one side to another, running it over my forehead from low to high and back again, from left to right, or centre. Or no part all, - brushed back, bumper or combed forward. My hair could be flat, wavey, curly, or brushed up. Or any color I wanted.
One cut which was interesting was the 'back part'. I turned my head completely around with the virtual track-ball to show the rear. Firstly I made my hair completely flat, with a gelled look. By using the 'back' control, I moved a taper fairly high up my neck. The best part was the back part. Starting from the back of the side part on the right side, I continued the part across the crown area at right angles to the side part. Superman had this style in the last series of "Lois & Clarke". I took quite a lot of manipulating but it liked the tight-gelled style and wore it to school for several days. This was a commitment because I would have to keep the back shorter now, but that was OK, as my hair was getting shorter anyway. Most everyone liked it, saying it was really individual. I almost kept this style, except that still wanted to try others, and I had almost made up my mind on the final style already.
About three weeks had gone by at this stage, and I still was not bored with all this virtual hair thing. And visiting "Historical Haircuts" was really helping me at school, with a much better idea of times past and different people.
Two more HH styles, among many others that were my favourites were Friar Tuck and Tokagawa the Shogun.
I met Friar Tuck in Sherwood Forest with Robin Hood and his Merry Men. I thought I had made a mistake because Robin and his men just had shaggy longish hair, which looked as though it had never been washed or brushed. Still I took the opportunity of firing a few arrows at a target that looked like the Sheriff of Nottingham (nothing like a sheriff in the Wild West), But then Friar Tuck came into the clearing. Now this was different. He also had a sort of bowl cut, except the all top of his head was shaved like a saucer leaving the fringe, sides and back with a circle of hair. I didn't fancy this cut too much, but why waste a trip back into cyber time? So I asked the good Friar if he would do my hair like his. This made all the Merry Men even merrier, throwing venison on the barbecue and cracking a barrel of mead. Did I have any? I'm not telling. But I did wake up the next morning with a dreadful headache. Anyway Friar Tuck soaked my hair with the mead and shaved the top bald with a blunt blade he took from the inside of his habit. The blunt razor was for penance he told me. But the mead did help quite a bit.
Another visit to another place and another time was to the Japanese Shogun. Now the samurai haircut is one of the strangest of all time. When I arrived there was a scandal that I had loose hair. The gong was struck and the barber summoned. Sitting on the floor on a tatami mat the barber drew my head towards him. Firstly he cut off all the hair on the top of my head in the shape of an MPB and then shaved it smooth. He then turned me with my back to him as he. Liquid lacquer was worked well into the remaining hair at the back and sides. This was all pulled severely back around the bald top and secured with a silk knot into a pony-tail. But the ponytail was pulled up and over the back of the shaved top so that it bent forward. All the hair that was left was a hard and shiny as polished wood. If I had lived in the time of Tokagawa I would have been happy to have this samuai cut.
One of the styles that I liked, and would probably end up with was the blond CaesarCut. So far I had not visited Julius through the "Historical Haircuts", so tonight was the time. I pressed the button and there I was in steam room and bathes of a Roman Villa. I recognised Julius Caesar immediately, from his statues, and from his haircut. But just about everyone seemed to have some kind or other of the CaesarCut.
No sooner had I appeared in the scene than a couple of servants led me to a changing cubicle and gave me a toga and sandals. Well it was hot, and you know the old saying, "When in Rome, do as the Romans do". So I stripped off and dressed in the toga. Somehow I knew exactly what to do even though I was a bit sensitive having nothing under the short skirt of the toga. But it did feel really comfortable. Why did the toga ever go out of fashion?
No sooner had I dressed than the servants were back with a cool drink, a kind of orange juice. With the goblet in my hand they guided me to Julius who was sitting on a bench with a linen towel draped across his middle as a servant shaved his body.
"Hail Stuart, we have been waiting for you"
"Hail Caesar", I guessed that was the correct thing to say.
"I suppose you want your hair cut like me. Everyone does these days. I have done so much for Rome, but unkind history will remember me only for my haircut. Here feel this." He lifted his fringe. "My enemies say that I have no hair under my bangs, that I have adopted this style just to cover up the bald top of my head. There pull. You can see that is mischief. The Caesar style was invented by me because I like it. Now off you go with Maximus my barber and he will give you a genuine CaesarCut"
"Hail Caesar". I clenched my fist across my chest. That seemed to go down OK, and accompanied Julius's personal hairdresser to a vacant seat of leather and brass that was a Roman barberchair. He started by damping my hair with rose water and working it all forward with a genuine tortoise-shell comb and began to cut lumps off with a bronze straight razor. It was not smooth but layered in waves. I could see all this in the hand mirror that a spunky servant girl was holding for me. When the top, back and sides were finished Maximus attacked the fringe that he held up with his fingers. With a few strokes of the bronze razor he had sliced all my bangs off to about an inch. I panicked a bit. But there it was - a genuine CaesarCut. And it looked great. Maximus waved over another couple of servant girls (who were all clad in flimsy, almost transparent in women's togas [I never did find out what they were called]. The new arrivals brushed away all the loose clippings and massaged a potion into my hair. Oh! What a feeling! Before my eyes my hair instantly started to turn blond until it was almost white. They rinsed it off with fresh rosewater and Maximus combed it into the shape of a perfect CaesarCut. I was stoaked.
Julius himself wandered over.
"Hail Stuart. Now that looks a vast improvement. A tribute to the Emperor. Me. You had better join us at the orgy tonight".
Mum and Day would not have liked that, and to tell the truth the idea of an orgy scared me a bit, even though deep down it did excite me. You never know what can happen at an orgy. But I had my parents trust and just because I was in ancient Rome, there was no reason to break that trust.
"You have been too generous Caesar but I must return to my libratorium". That was a guess, but what I meant was my computer.
"Go well. Hail Stuart", Julius saluted.
Again I clenched my fist across my chest.
"Hail Caesar. Beware the ides of March"
There was a clap of thunder.
Suddenly I was back sitting in front of my computer with the Cyber screen and the Helmet on my head, and sporting that exact perfect CaesarCut. Now this was a haircut I could live with. I had been right all along. No more trial and error. This was my new look.
Zap!
A flash of light lit up the room.
My computer went dead.
Shock made my heart pound for a few seconds. Then I caught a glimpse of myself in the bedroom mirror. The CaesarCut had gone. I was back to the old style that I had started with weeks ago, over long and a bit of a mess.
After I recovered my first thought was to check my computer. Haircut or no haircut I couldn't do without my computer. But it did have a surge buster at the power point. It had tripped. Tentatively I pressed the reset button and the computer switched on.
An age passed before it booted up. Would Virtual Stuart still be there? He wasn't. There was no sign of the helmet icon, VS or the cyber screen.
"OK", I thought. "I'll wait till the morning". It had been an exhausting day and I slept life a log.
With the sun shining in my room I woke refreshed and jumped out of bed. Then I saw myself in the mirror with my old hair. Dashing to the computer I warily booted it up. Still no Virtual Stuart.
Too say the least I was really disappointed. Just when I had found the perfect haircut it had all vanished into cyber space. Fortunately I had downloaded a hardcopy of the cyber screen, and that was in my printed files, but that was all. Out of the corner of my eye I saw something that I could hardly believe. There sitting in my printer was a picture of me with that sensational CaesarCut. No way had I printed it, so how had it got there? Carefully I took it from the printer and placed it in a plastic refill pocket.
There was nothing for it. I would have to go to the real barber to get my hair cut. With my old hair tucked up, wore a cap all day. This was against school rules, but fortunately it was cap day to raise funds for the kids' half-way house.
After school I made straight for Ed's BarberShop. He had been cutting my hair since my dad had taken me for my first cut.
"Well, look who's here. We have been expecting you," Ed enthused with some mystery.
"Hi Ed". I made for the empty chair. "Haircut time again."
"Wait a minute Stu. Not so fast". He blocked my way to the chair. "You want a CaesarCut dyed blond; right?"
"Well yeah. How did you know that? But I can't afford the dye job. So the ordinary Caesar will have to do."
"There is nothing ordinary about my haircuts young man. And there is no charge." He was heading me to the adjoining salon owned by his wife Elanore. "Here we go Elly. Make Stuart into a blond." He plonked me into one of Elly's chairs. "When you come back I'll tell you all about it." Ed left the salon for his own shop. No matter how much I pumped Elanore for information, she would tell me nothing.
After about an hour of applying bleached and dyes, and rinsing, my hair was the exact shade of white blond that it had been in Julius Caesar's bathhouse. I looked fantastic. If I had been worried about reaction to the drastic change in my appearance, in the real world, by now I didn't really care. This blond hair I really liked. Elly shooed be back into Ed's part of the establishment, straight into the barberchair.
Ed set about cutting my hair exactly as Maximus had done. As the hair was falling he explained the unexplainable.
"You won't believe it Stu. Last night there was an electrical storm. Did you get that? Well it switched off the computer at home while I was doing the business accounts. I thought I had lost everything. But it turned out to be OK. But when I switched on again there was a message telling me that a deposit had been made into our bank account in your name that would cover all the hairdressing cutting, styling and dying that you could possible want for the next ten years, as often as every week if you care for that. The letter and transfer were signed by S. Virtual, whoever that is. I checked with the bank and they say that it is all perfectly above board. The money is there for your haircuts for years to come. How about that? OK Stu, who is S. Virtual?"
The lightning flash, the computers going down, the printout of me with the blond Caesar. I knew.
"No idea Ed. No idea. I'll just take advantage of all the fee haircuts for awhile."
By this time I looked exactly as I had done when Maximus and his servant girls had finished with me.
An original blond CaesarCut.
Excellent.
"Ya' know Ed that looks fantastic, exactly like Julius �� I reckon." What had I almost said? "But I think I'd like it shorter. It's a bit too sculptured don't you think?
"It's alright with me kid. You can have as many styles as you like. Take off the sides, more shaggy fringe, little bit sorta' spiky on top? That what you mean?"
"How did you know that?" Well, I knew how he knew that, didn't I? even if he didn't know.
"Go for it Ed. On original Caesar Stuart Style. Shorter for Stu."
Another fifteen minutes of careful clipping and snipping and razoring, there it was - the haircut I had wanted all along, my very own Blond CaesarCut, even if it had taken a circumstance in cyberworld to get it.
My Search for a Style was over!