deepal C

Karen looked at me like I was being stupid-I never cursed, but that was something else that was about to change. The next day we locked ourselves in her bathroom and downstairs her father and uncles were bellowing at some soccer game. Well, how do you want it? she asked. I looked at the girl in the mirror for a long time. All I knew was that I didn’t want to see her ever again. I put the clippers in Karen’s hand, turned them on, and guided her hand until it was all gone.

So now you’re punk? Karen asked uncertainly.

Yes, I said.

- The Brief and Wonderous Life of Oscar Wao