Reminds me of
an event in my own life. I was 18 driving a '64 Mustang. My parents, specifically mom, always gave me grief about the length of my hair. It had been several days and she had stopped saying any thing about getting it cut each day. So, I am out in the car with only a few bucks in my pocket until pay day. I decide to go to the barbers to get that hair cut to surprise and reward her for not asking. Only thing it was gas or hair cut. Needless to say but I ran out of gas on the way home. I should have stuck to my guns.
Getting my hair cut resulted in my having to walk as well.
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Born and Raised in NJ, Elmwood Park first 23 years, Howell past 40 years, TV in my future. 
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