my dad: "son, you need to go get your hair cut."
Brings me back to my childhood when my pop would have to drag my ass to the barbershop.
Me: "I'm growing my hair out for some cornrows."
Dad: "Boy, get your ass up and lets go to this barbershop."
Me: "Aww man" *proceeds to pout for the rest of the day*
my dad: "you can't go through life with long hair. what do you expect? to have long hair at 40?"
me: "sure! why not?"
my dad: "who do you know that has long hair in their 40's?"
me: "jeff beck?"
my dad: "musicians don't count."
me: "i dunno."
my dad: "go now or i take your keys."
fast forward 25 years to now. my dad is in his late 60s and has been retired for 15 years and hasn't had a haircut since he retired. me? i'm in my 40's and i get it cut once a month.