Because the haircut was so special, I promised myself never cut to my hair again.
That was on 10 April 2016.
In two years, my hair grew so long that I started wearing a bandana to manage it.
My family and co-workers had gotten sick of seeing my long hair and bandana, and told me so.
Even I became so annoyed with my own hair that I wanted to cut it, but a promise is a promise. I am nothing if not a man of my word.
Then the summit happened. One of the unlikeliest events in history and it took place in Singapore.
It was fate giving me an excuse to get a haircut.
I told myself it was okay to break my promise as long as I’m in the same country as the Supreme Leader when I cut my hair.
I mean, what are the odds me being in the same country as Kim without going to North Korea?
And so yesterday, as Rocket Man and the dotard were having their summit on Sentosa, I went to nearby VivoCity to get a haircut at LA Barbershop.
Of course, I asked to look like Supreme Leader Kim again.
I would say that was worth $20 million.
Though the haircut (including wash) cost me personally more than $40.
Now the question is, when will I get another haircut?
I guess I have to wait for the next Singapore summit.
Or go back to North Korea.
If they let me.
EARLIER: I went to North Korea & asked for the Kim Jong Un haircut (and lived)
