Jazzmyne Ch 03
The sounds of buzzing filled the room as Tony (Saul’s personal barber and tattoo artist) sheared off a small remainder of my thick hair. Looking into the mirror, it wasn’t half bad- actually, half of my head was shaved, and the hair that remained was tightly braided and dyed with purple, yellow and green highlights. I had on my dozen earrings on each ear, my brow rings (and my tattooed eyebrows) and a nose ring. ‘Looks good, Jazzmyne’ my barber, Tony said. In actuality, I loved my hair the...