Apparently the humid jungle air here makes my already shaggy mass of hair growth double-quick. I'm contemplating getting a haircut from a barber on the street, in a simple wooden chair with a cracked mirror hung on the low wall along the sidewalk. But all I can think of is this scene from Full Metal Jacket and I'm afraid I'll have the song stuck in my head for the rest of the trip....
1 comment:
hahaha italian version. <3 love you
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