I decided to get a haircut in one of those well lit $10.95 places. I choose to go in the middle of the week soon before they close because of all the parents who have multiple kids and insist that they have each one's hair done at the same time on Saturdays. I walk in and it was one of those moments, the kind you have to stop and wonder if this is some kind of dream. There were four elderly people in there waiting or getting their hair cuts, and two haircut gals were doing their job. Then the music disrupts my thinking. Marilyn Manson was screaming about how drugs like him. The ladies in the chairs were silent as the girls clipped their locks. The couple waiting were watching the hairs fall. Eerie. No one noticed that the Antichrist Superstar was speaking to them. I walked out deciding to try again tomorrow.