It's true, I did cut off all my hair making me look like someone else, but that's not bad. Actually it's very good. Having short hair has it's advantages, besides the fact that it looks better than it did before. I know that many of you are thinking the same thing, "Why would this person do such a thing?"

Well, my answer to that is, I don't know. I thought that it was a bad idea at the time. I was mind boggled. I had many options at each hand. I could keep the hair and wait 'till i trip over it or I could cut it all off and become the strapping young lad that i am today. Of course, you know what option I chose, but at the time, I didn't. I found myself in a small room that was grey with yellow polka dots. I didn't like it in there. I couldn't move my arms, my toes were squished and those couldn't get over those colours disguistingly clashing. I really wanted to get out of that dreaded place, but in order to do that, I had to make a descision and quick. But that wasn't going to be easy. I wasn't sure which descision was going to benifit me the most. I saw two doors in front of my face. One door led to a room where there would be daisy and flowers and free things and food and others stuff too. The other led to a room with moss dripping from the ceiling and in the middle was Fran Drescher laughing histerically. Obviously, I wanted the door with the daisys. Each door was labeled with a different label. The left door said, "Haircut" and then there was, "No haircut,". I wasn't sure which room was behind each door.

I poked my head inside the No hircut door and tried to focus on the surronding, but it was too blurry. I heard something annoying coming from the centre of the room, then I felt a drop of moss dripp onto the back of my neck. I immediatly shut the door quick, but I forgot that head was til in the door, so it fell off and was left in the horrible room. I didn't know what to do. If I went back in to get my head, that would mean I couldn't get my hair cut and I would have to stay in that room. So, I carefully opened the door and slowly slipped my hand into the tiny gap and tryed to reach for my head. I saw my hand coming towards me, but I could make out that it was very far away, so I dragged my torsoe across the ground and again continued to reach for my most function body part above my shoulders, but no matter how hard I tryed, I couldn't get my hands around it. I felt some comotion on the bottom of my feet beyond the door way, so I looked in between the gap and managed to notice a mysterious figure with his hand on the door. A few seconds later, he slammed the door shut, separating my torsoe from my waist and legs. So, now my body was split in three pieces, each part at least 6 metres away from eachother. Yes, I was in quite a pickle. I had no idea what to do, but the thing that was puzzling me the most was who the mysterious man who slammed the door on my waist. Never the left, I lifted my knees with my feet ( which wasn't an easy task) and started fllaylling my legs around, trying to hit the man with my feet. As I was doing that, I began lifting my torsoe with my arms and walked over to my head, using my hands. I grabbed my head and placed it on my head and continued hand walking to the doorway, balancing my head on my shoulders. I pushed the door open and saw a man that looked mysteriously like Michael Graham trying to dodge my legs from hitting him. I pushed my torsoe 8 feet in the air with my super strength in my arms and as I was flying, I punched Michael Graham in the cheek making himfall sraight to the ground. Then, I realized that still needed to re-attach my torsoe on my legs, so directed myself, so I'd land on my waist. It was very suspencefull. Suddenly, I landed safely on my waist and ran directly to the hair cut door. As I stepped in the room, my body parts were suddenly permanently re-attached and my blue t-shirt in jeans turned into and a completly whit tuxedo, like the ones that angels where in the movies, only without the wings. But the best part was that the long ropes that were once hangind from my scalp were chopped off and I finnaly looked like the handsome young man I am today. That was a good day.

It was my first night with my new hair cut, so I decided to go out for a night on the town. I put on my opened white long sleeve dress shirt with a solid black t-shrit underneath and my pinstripe dress pants, I popped my collar and I was out the door. I looked good. I could be a fashion designer. Honestly, I've been told that I would make a good fashion designer. But usually it was reccomended by an obnoxious jerk either implying that he thinks I appeal to homo-sexuals or being sarcastic because it was early in the morning and I was wearing I wore to and I have to admit that my PJs are not very fashionable. I know, I should be ashamed of myself. So anyway, I hopped on the bus to Toronto with Mike Byun and noticed that my I could finnaly gell up my hair. So I asked Byunis if he had any hair wax in his purse. He said yes. So I started sorting through his bag and encountered many thing you wouldn't expect to find in a typical Korean mathamatishin's purse, but that's a whole different story. Finnaly, Byun son directed me where to find the wax and I carefully aplied some to my scalp. I styled it very nicely and it looked very good. Byun later commented that he thought that I would make a good hair stylist and that he wanted me to give him a new hair-do, so I took out my scissors and the wax and gave Mike Byun the best best hair style I had ever given anyone. But, unfortunatly it didn't look good on the Math man Aisan that Mikeis Byunis was, so I had to start over again. My second acheivment wasn't as beutiful as my first but it still amazed me how good I was at being a hair stylist. Byunis was very much satisfied with his hair, but then we both pointed out that we missed our stopp. We had been on the bus for 8 hours. We were in Thunder Bay.

Then, just as the bus hit th brekes at the next stop, I remembered that Thunder Bay was the Home land of Michael Graham. I began getting very worried about whether Michael Graham was gonna get on the bus or not, so just to be carefull, I moved to the back of the bus. Mike Byun followed.

"What's the matter?" he asked.

"Nothing, nothing," I repeated.

I wacthed as the new passengers walked onto the bus, praying that good olde' Graham'o wouldn't walk on the bus. But today the luck wasn't on my side. Michael walked slowly up the steps with two other guys who apeared to be in the likness of Wade Wilhelm and Andrew Brodie. A shuttering look of fear zoomed across my face and Mike Byun noticed.


"What's the matter?" He once again asked.

"It's Michael Graham," I whispered and slowly pointed my finger at him.

"Oh yeah, what a quincadence that we would see him here," Byun started being an idiot and started motioning so he would notice us.

"Don't do that you digleberry!" I yelled as I grabbed Byunis' arms and threw them to his sides.

"What? Why not?" he gasped.

"I'm not sure, but I think I might have punched him earlier today," I crouched down so Grahamo wouldnt see me.

"What do you mean by you think?" he looked puzzled, "and what are the hell are talking about by saying you might have? Did you or did you not punch him?"

"Wait a second, yes, its true I did punch Michael Graham," I whispered.

"In what body part?" Byun son's questions were kinda creepy me out.

"I belive it was in his cheek, probably the left one. Yup, directly in the face," I said.

"Did he bleed?" Byun was also starting to get scared.

"Shut up! he's coming towards us!" I scowled as Michael and his minion s walked down the aisle. I suddenly noticed eye contact about begin with Graham and I, so I closed my eyes and a few minutes later I remember that even if I didn't make eye contact, he was gonna see my face and reconize me. Then, I felt a fist drilled into my nose. I opened my eyes and saw Michael Graham winding up for another punch and to the left of me, there was Andrew Brodie and Wade Wilhelm cornering Mike Byun and hitting him with belts. Then I remember that I had only punched Graham once and he was about to punch me a second time. So if he actually went through with that punch, I would get to punch him one more time, so I could get even. So Michael went through with the punch and I immediatly punched him in the jaw and he followed through with a punch in my crouch. After I recovered, I took both my fists and sandwicthed him in the cheek bones. He punched me in the left eye and I stopped thinking. I punched him in the chin, getting myself even, but then I kicked him in the nose. I didn't know what I was thinking, actually I wasn't thinking, because a few seconds earlier I stop thinking, you'd know that if you were reading that part. Michael punched me in the face and he got even. But I couldn't get even, because if I did, he wouldn't be able punch me again. I wanted to punch him though but I didn't want to get punched. So I left the bus and Mike Byun followed. We walked onto the cirb with our heads hanging down in shame. The bus left and Michael, Wade and Andrew poked their heads out the windows and yelled curses, threw things at us and called us wimps. As they left, Byun and I remembered we were both high belts in tae kwon doe. Actually I didn't know if Mike Byun took Tae kwon Doe, but he's Korean, so I figured he would take some kind of Martail Arts.

Immediatly, we both started sprinting towards the bus. Soon, we caught up to it and jumped on to the bus. We both continuiously started kicking, punching and opening numerous amouts of cans of whoop ass on Andrew, MIchael and Wade. But we didn't care if they needed to get even, they called us wimps and that's all that matters.

That day, Mike Byun and I walked off that bus with pride. We didn't care how injured the three men we had just beaten were or how mad Michael Graham. Let me tell you, the big guy was so angry that he kicked volley ball out the window, it wasn't the first time. Byunis and I were Heroes and we both had new hair cuts.