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There you have it! Al needed a haircut. So I drive him down to Bob’s where he has been going since 1984, to Bob. It’s next door to the recently-moved Merry Maids dispatch office. Across from three 1950’s travel trailers on blocks, squeezed close enough that the doors had only a little leeway in what was at some point a single family home, carved up into a couple creaky multi-room business spaces. The first magazine in the plywood rack is a civilian aviation magazine surprisingly packed front-to-back-covers with military stories and profiles of military aircraft. With a nostalgia looking back to WWI and WWII planes as well as contemporary (deployed) weapons systems. At the barber’s shop. One could claim an ‘interest’ in such issues, reading everything pertinent to the topic — the efficacy of an ‘augmented’ human — but is it necessary? (to be interested? to kill? or is it merely a religion? the religion of the State?) Talk at the barber’s moves through several spaces, all critical of the incoming regime. Buying ammunition, lots of extra ammunition, and weapons before Tuesday next…