Jury Duty.

I didn’t have the last time I drove to Morristown when I picked the CD. It was May 2001, and I was driving the Van to the Senior Prom. No, the Van wasn’t my date. Jen was. She happened to note that she’d never seen me nervous before. I don’t particularly remember why I was nervous. Anticipation? The song Up Around The Bend was playing. I had CCR’s Chronicle I playing in the discman that I had hooked up to a cd-radio adapter. As Jen rightfully noted, we were going up around the bend. Me being me, I took a back road to Morristown. It … was just one of those moments.

So what did I end up picking to listen to? Chronicle II. I didn’t even realize it until I was already driving. I thought of Jen, I thought of how timeless Creedence Clearwater Revival is. I thought of how I made Cliff listen to Fatboy Slim and while he neither liked nor disliked it, he flat-out “didn’t get it”. After hearing Chronicle I so many times, as awesome as I knew Chronicle II was, it still took some time to get into.

Thus concludes my nostalgia and CCR tribute.

Jury duty wasn’t a big deal. Sitting around doing nothing for a few hours, isn’t that what I normally do? I was kind of zapped after my morning workout, I actually managed to sleep for a little bit. One of the perks of keeping a fedora on you is that it always lets people know when you’re passed out. I got a good feel for how the court system works, on a practical basis. I really wouldn’t mind serving on a jury, but I have classes I can’t miss. I was eventually called, and after the defense got rid of a couple jurors, I was called up. The judge let me go when I said I couldn’t serve through Thursday due to classes.

During the lunch break, I noticed a place on the Green advertising its waxing. I considered asking if they’d wax my nutsac. I like having a hairy nutsac, but if I could have a smooth nutsac without the prickliness of regrowth, that would be awesomeness. After I was released, I dropped by and went in. And spontaneously got my hair cut.

You can’t even tell I asked her to take two inches off. Awesome. She complimented my hair. Mmm. I love getting my hair washed. Well, specifically, the scalp-rub. Ladies, you know what I mean. I’ve been meaning to get my hair cut, but I didn’t know where to go. See, for years, I’ve had to deal with places giving me sub-standard haircuts. Until I went to this little place in New Brunswick. It cost a bit, but it was the first time that after I got a haircut, I didn’t feel a sense of regret. So I ended up going there again.

So, considering that this place cost less than that place, and I got the same results, I can see coming here again. A good haircut is worth it, damn it. I’m so silly, I had to ask if tipping is still customary. I forget?

Then, I asked if they waxed guys. Specifically, scrotums. The two ladies looked at each other a little. I don’t think it was shock, I think they just didn’t know. One told me to ask the girl who does it, who comes in on Thursday. *shrugs* Okies. If the girl’s going to be waxing my nutsac, might as well talk to her myself.

As I was putting my hoodie back on, I noticed a girl waiting that looked suspiciously like Lauren. I figured if it was Lauren, she would have immediately pounced me. Moreover, what the hell would Lauren be doing in Jersey, let alone that hair salon? Her hair was as long as Lauren’s was before she shaved her head. And she wasn’t dressed like Lauren at all. Her skirt, the way her legs were crossed, I don’t know, I joked to myself that she was there to get her cunt waxed. Now that would be a Lauren thing to do. I didn’t want to be a weirdo, so I tried not to stare at her as I left, and didn’t say anything.

Additionally, the name of the waxer is Lauren. Is this a sign I need to spend more time with Lauren?

Uhhh.

I’ve been awake since 4:30 AM. I’ve already had my pre-sleep wank. I think I’ll go become unconscious now.