I'm back to looking for an angle for the blog.
Let's think on some stuff. How about coffee. No, no good. Oh yeah, how about this little story.

Yesterday I got my haircut. I had about a half an hour wait so I went to the pizza joint and got a slice and a beer as I waited. Sitting behind a large glass wall I viewed the world outside as if I couldn't be seen. It made me want to get out my camera and shoot. I get my haircut at the hipster place down the street. They have the prerequisite "hot waife" taking names and scheduling. They offer me a free Pabst Blue Ribbon or a water while I continue to wait. I've grown out of all the magazines that there are to choose from. I don't even recognize any of the names. Finally I spot GQ with Will Ferrell on the cover, that guy's a riot. I read some of the article and determine the Old School was even funnier than I thought and that we need to rent it again. They call my name and I'm taken to my chair by my hairdresser, Misty. Misty is dressed all in black has died black hair with a medium tight perm down to her shoulders and is on the large side of large (no offense, just trying to paint a picture). She asks me what were going to do I tell her and before she proceeds she sneezes into her hand. She doesn't wash her hand or wipe it as far as I can tell. Why don't I say anything. Well that's just me. I wouldn't want any confrontation, f*#%ing idiot. Anyhow, she continues on and gives me a nice haircut, boogers and all.