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Eighteen-year-old Tyler Petrit is tired. He's tired of his drug-addicted father always blaming him f...
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While everyone else dresses up and goes to school, Gio and I decide the best thing we can do for ourselves on a Monday morning is wreck our bodies even more than we already have.
Long story short, we get high and make the decision to go down to the local barber shop. I've managed to skip breakfast, and as a bonus, weed doesn't give me the munchies.
Both of us are so fucking wasted that it's not even funny anymore. Not for me, at least. I'm paranoid as hell. Gio seems fine, though. He's laughing at a pigeon and spinning on his heels like a fucking toddler. If it had been anyone else, they'd have looked cool, but it's us. We never look cool.
It almost makes me forget he might be sent away.
Inside, there's a fat guy at the counter. He introduces himself as Floyd. It's all he can get out before Gio shoves a wad of cash in his face. "For him," he slurs, elbowing me.
Floyd grins, showing off his yellow teeth for the whole world to see.
"I don't think this is a good idea." I'm pretty sure that's what I said. I can't feel my mouth. There might've been something added to the weed.
"Say, ain't you kids supposed to be in school?"
"Nah, chill out, man. We're fine," Gio says, elongating each word.
My doped up brain finds that fucking hilarious and I'm laughing louder and longer than I have in a while.
"Sit here, boy."
I settle in.
"What would you like?" he asks.
"Shave his fuckin' head!" Gio screeches.
"That sound good to you?"
"Yeah." I fall back.
My hair floats to the tiled floor.
By the time he's done, I've got more of a buzz cut than a completely bald head, which I'm thankful for.
"We can just take it all off," Floyd suggests.
"No way!" I bolt from the chair. I'm not laughing anymore. Gio seems unfazed, thanking the guy.
We step outside and Gio slurs, "I feel guilty for skipping school, but I needed to get away from it. The teachers have been pissing me off more lately."
"What you gotta realize is that those fuckers don't really have authority over you," I say. "They're all miserable old twats who get just above minimum wage, basically babysitting for seven hours. We're all adults. What can they say then?"
"I dunno. I respect them, for the most part. I can't imagine looking after twenty assholes every hour."
"You're used to sucking up to people. We're not gonna matter after high school. Nobody's gonna care about how popular you were. Being popular for four years isn't enough to get you a lifelong job."
