I am soon 37, and still, sitting in the hairdresser under this barbecue, I try to push my hand out of it and scratch my nose, even if I really want to. I am a courageous person in life, but in this simple action lies some monstrous challenge. A challenge to the system. I have seen people stand up for their truth with guns in their hands, die on barricades and overthrow governments, but I have NEVER seen anyone just pull their hand out of this blanket and scratch their nose. It would seem, you can ask a hairdresser, but if someone asks a hairdresser about such things I have never seen either. The last time I was sitting in the barber room, thinking about it and couldn’t force myself to break the System. So I sat.

The Foot! I’m forty years old and I’ve learned how to scratch my nose when the hairdresser turns around to change the scissors for a trimmer!