How I got PTSD

I've never really had a horrible experience with a hairdresser. For the most part, I have been able to find amazing artists who end up doing great things with my do. Unfortunately, this is not the case for my last visit and it has left me with hairdresser PTSD. I am now terrified to go to anybody besides my trusted miracle man in L.A., Jefferson. It only takes one time to be scarred for life:

I'll be wearing a beanie for the next six weeks until this grows out a bit.