KLUC
3.20.5
Getting a haircut is always such a stressful thing for me. I always put it off for as long as I possibly can. I go back and forth with myself, making excuses as to why I shouldn't do it. I tell myself that I don't have the money for it, although that generally is not the case.
It's usually not until my hair gets so uncontrollable that I can no longer stand it, that I finally do something about it.
When I finally go under the blade, I always come out disappointed. I don't think it's through any fault of the hairdressers'. I've actually had quite a few decent haircuts in my time, in all likelihood...but I still never fail to be upset by the results.
I have such a fear of change, that sometimes I find myself in apprehension of even positive change. I allow myself to slip into complacency in regards to the negative aspects of my life, simply because they are "comfortable." I complain about my job constantly, yet I make no effort to get a new one. I bitch about how lonely I am, but continue pursuing the same disinterested girls. I cannot seem to ever let my life go in a different direction.
This fear of change leads to a lot of reminiscing.
Tonight I found myself thinking back to my days growing up in Vegas. I used to listen to a radio station out there that went by the call letters "KLUC." I used to have several hours of cassette tapes containing bits and pieces of their early morning radio show. The show featured a DJ by the name of "Julio the Gardener."
Looking back now, I can safely say that I would hate him today. As far as I can remember, he was one of those frantic, annoying DJs that thought everything he said was interesting. One of those guys that refuse to shut up as the song starts because they're too busy telling us about their fucking drive to work. The guys with loud grating voices, who shout everything with misguided enthusiasm.
In fact, I did a Google search tonight and discovered that "Julio the Gardener," has indeed ended up where all bad DJs belong: He now spends his time playing disco records at Vegas weddings for marriages that'll probably last as long as his fame did.
Even so, I wish I still had those tapes. I would love to put them on and listen to awful songs like Snow's Informer, and Guns 'N' Roses' November Rain...
...peppered with intermittent bouts of irritating radio chatter, of course.
