I cut my hair before the last call. The girl shaved-cut me and she pulls out her tail and she shaves me with a naked machine. The silence. I look at her, her eyes over the glass. He says, “I’ll get out now.” “Well, do everything under zero,” I answer, and I see myself as a ceiling! “You can’t pay,” says the barber. I go. Two days later, the last call. One “but” is a teacher. I surprised the kids at the last lesson. Teachers are more.