Greetings from California Barber Shop, where for $17 you can get the best haircut in town if you are willing to wait literally two to three hours for your turn. This place is totally old school, and in spite of its popularity, the two Cambodian chaps who cut hair here move along at the same snail’s pace they always have. Paradoxically, their slowness (and care) is what keeps people like me coming back. It’s the one pampering in my life I allow myself. And it’s all of seventeen bucks.
The downside, of course, is that I’ve been here for nearly two hours, and I’m still not in the barber’s chair. So, resourceful chap that I am, I found a Dell CrapBot 9000 ghetto laptop in my trunk and am cranking out a post for my beloved Slopers. This blog does not rest.
Simply stated, I am aggressively short, with an increase in my exposure on the short side today in the precious metals and energy sectors. That may seem odd, given their strength, but I’m a contrarian, after all.
