he thought he looked like hitler

i dyed my dad's hair tonight: black.. the kind of black that reminds you of what death must be like. i told him it would wash out in twenty-four washes, but i lied.. it was permanent. and after twenty minutes had passed i told him it was time, and he slowly walked toward the bathroom. he showered all the black out and appeared in the shadowy doorway only minutes later. he said he looked like hitler. i dunno.. i thought it looked nice. but really, if his mustache was a little smaller.. i guess he would look a little like hitler. go figure.

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