#deionizedordemonized

yesterday was strange. I went to my first class for a brand that has a culture I would avoid, but there was this moment. I was asked to come back for another class. I left it alone yesterday. I woke up this morning. It wasn't the artist that I had chemistry with. It was the "boss/handler". I messaged MY hair homie to see if I was accurate with feeling safeish. He hasn't responded yet. I went to look at the mutuals; the barber that last cut Andy's hair. I think that's the class I was invited to come back and attend. Didn't expect that.