Friday, March 11, 2011


Dylan Imaikalani Watanabe
Sporting his very own Dylhawk
(Photo courtesy of Silas K. Aqui)

Okay, so here's the dilemma I was in...

I'm traveling to Seattle next week to go see my Uncle Joe, and I desperately needed a haircut.

Trouble was, I was between allowances, and I couldn't finagle an advance from Mom and Dad.  

So I took what I learned from my kindergarten business class and did the next best thing.  


Ran down to the barbershop down the street operated by an old school Pake (Chinese) man.  You know, the one with the Spanish-sounding name--WAN AH KEE NO (Juan Aquino?).

Anyway, the dude was real tough to draw a bargain with, but after an hour of ranting and raving and hearing him gripe about "these kids nowadays!", I finally convinced him to cut my hair.

How did I do it?  Simple.  

The price of a child's haircut was $9.  I offered him $6 and tipped him with a Bazooka bubble gum.  Don't know if it was my determination or the piece of gum, but he went for it.

Result?  Well, he gave me a 67% haircut.

As soon as I can raise three more bucks, I'll go back and get the rest of it done.

Then again, this cut's growing on me. 


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