03.20.02 :: 1:19 pm

While making my appointment with Coby, I daydreamed about how cool I think it is to be a punk rock girl who cuts hair for a living.

Why? I don't really know. It just is.

I imagine Coby living in an east village tiny apartment with her husband and cats, probably making art out of found objects and giving her man haircuts.

I imagine she's a drinker.

Mostly, I think it is so cool to give people amazing hair and have them say "So-and-so did it, she's great."

If I cut hair for a living, all my friends would have the best hairdos for free.

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