Burning Man is a desperate time, which requires some desperate measures. And according to my cousin Mike, it’s also a time to get a funky haircut. What is a better place to get it than Haight and Ashbury? Me and mike went there yesterday searching for some random clothes and a decent hair salon. Unfortunately, the one we found was super jammed, but the guy there referred us to his boyfriend at a salon in Hayes Valley called Blo. Well, here is the result:

If you like the result, the stylist’s name is Dustin. Tell him that Anton and Mike referred him (the guys who got crazy Burning Man lines).

The scariest thought right now is how I’m gonna go to work after Burning Man…