A story on having a haircut

Tonight in parlour as I was having my hair cut I remember some long years back how in a rehab tears rolled from my eyes as I was bidding farewell to my manes. The rehab happened to be in the middle of a forest and looking through the woods as my friend a much older person was going through my hair, memories began to roll and I realise how years have drifted without me noticing. Sober for the first time tears rolled down from my eyes.