My first real journal entry. This I'll used to vent my hulk-rage before i go out and kill him with his own scissors. Who is he? He is the neighborhood barber. He has a little shop with two chairs. He's been here pretty long now. Long enough that it would seem that he would know what he was doing.
I get there and i see three kids there, aged 6-9. He asks one of them what 200+200 is. The kid says 400. He says you are wrong,what have you been learning in schoole?
I feel apprehensive. May be he doesn't…