So I pulled a Van Gogh today as I decided it was time to cut my own hair. Yeah you can see where this is going. Let me just say I did not decide to cut my hair out of a love a woman but, more so over my madness that my hair was causing me to feel.

First I get out the clippers and buzz around the sides of my head and back of my head. With a #4 guard Second I slice off the tops of my hairs with scissors like a madman, going for that punk rock slash sheep sheared look. Third its time to even it all out with the clippers again. Finally, well its time to trim around the ears. Ouch, $*#!U&_$*&&!!!%%$#$###$@&&!&. Let me just say I’m glad I did not have anything to drink before I started cutting my hair. I didn’t feel anything at first but then I saw blood. Ok maybe not enough to name my new hair style, “Van Gogh Go,” but at least now I know what a mad man can do

with a pair of scissors and some clippers. These are the best photos I could take by myself. To hard to get the tops of ears but trust me it hurt.