The Story of Eve, Part 2: Creation
The barber started by perming my naturally curly hair. I asked why but he would not answer. Apparently it was to essentially give me an afro. This took a while and my head was swimming with everything that was happening. Why am I doing this? Am I crazy??
When the rollers came out, he diffused it a bit. He would not let me see a mirror the whole time. He got out an afro pick and started picking my hair. I could tell it was dense and curly. I wanted to see it but he ordered me not to move or he would ruin my hair.
Then came the clippers. He buzzed off the sides, right and then left. and then he went up the back of my head from the nape. This took time and he was carefully fading around the crown of my head. It felt weird to not have hair around my head!! Then he told me not to move at all. He started to shape the top.
He started with the front and worked his way around the circumference. Then he was carefully shaping the top, he said he was "defining the edges." Again, this took time and he said he was a perfectionist. I told him I was glad. He would pick and lift my hair, I could feel it and then shape it. Finally he said he was done.
He turned my chair to the mirror and I could not believe my eyes! I had a hightop afro fade. He had dyed the edges so I was two toned. I just stared at my reflection.
Me: It's amazing. I can't believe it.
Barber: So are we done then?
Me: No. Pick it higher. I wanna see how high it is.
He started picking and lifting. This was incredible. My hair was on end and it held it's place. This is what was meant to be. He finished and it was SO MOTHERFUCKING HIGH!
Me: Yeah that's exactly what I wanted. You did a great job. I am a work of fucking art now!
Barber: Honestly that's the best fade I ever did!
I saw a pack of cigarettes on his counter and a lighter so I took one and lit up.
Barber: Yeah sure you can have one (laughs).
I didn't reply. I inhaled deep. I'd never smoked and you would never know that since I didn't cough at all. I left the cigarette between my lips and stared at my reflection in awe of my perfection.
Me: How much? (I mumbled)
Barber: This came out so good it's on the house.
Me: Good answer. I will be back weekly for a trim and shaping.
Barber: Weekly?
Me: What partly of weekly do you not understand? I expect this cut to be perfect so WEEKLY.
Barber: OK OK. Weekly it is.
Me: Keep this time open.
It was at that moment that my father walked in. I had texted him to get me and where to find me.
Dad: Eve??? What did you do? Why are you smoking??
I turned my head slowly and gave him a look. I inhaled slowly and let the smoke ooze from my nostrils.
Me: Looks like I got a new cut, Doug. And I will smoke if I want to. What exactly do you think you are gonna fucking do?
The barber clenched his fists.
Barber: Is this motherfucker giving you problems, Ms. Eraser?
And there it was, my new name.
Me: No, boo. It's all good. Doug here is my father and he just needs to know his place. Ain't that right, Doug?
Dad: Well, I am just shocked by this change, Eve. It's not you.
Me: That's because I ain't Eve anymore. You gonna call me ERASER from now on, DOUG.
The barber grinned.
Dad: Well, okay I guess that's fine.
Me: You guess? Bitch, you will say "YES ERASER" or my boy here is gonna send your ass to the hospital.
Dad: Yes yes Eraser!
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