Friday, June 04, 2004
Report: Day 86
Listen, I already go to the other side of the tracks every day when I go to work. The law school isn't in the best neighborhood. Naturally, just going to work would not be enough. So last night I went to get my hair cut in Hackensack. For those of you who do not know, except for a condo district on top of a hill, Hackensack is a hole.
So, I made the treacherous journey to the ghetto Supercuts on Essex street where I waited more than an hour to get my hair cut by a woman who did not speak English and who smelled of curry. Describing what I wanted was difficult, but I managed to find a picture. She did a marvelous job. Marvelous. I should slum a little more often.
Today is Morse Code day.
So, I made the treacherous journey to the ghetto Supercuts on Essex street where I waited more than an hour to get my hair cut by a woman who did not speak English and who smelled of curry. Describing what I wanted was difficult, but I managed to find a picture. She did a marvelous job. Marvelous. I should slum a little more often.
Today is Morse Code day.
