You never know

I remember going to some sort-of-punk party in Toronto back when I was 19 or 20. It wasn't really a party because it was really just about 10 people there at someone's house at the most, and they might not even have been punks so much as goths, or some related sub-culture (they all seemed blended to me in Toronto at the time, but maybe that's because I didn't really get it). As happens, people started giving each other haircuts in the house bathtub, and I sort of remember just enjoying being there, and also perusing the contents of a bookshelf in the living room. I didn't get my hair cut that night, but some weeks later that summer, I had my head shaved by my friend's current shortlived girlfriend, who was older, from England, and had a bat tattooed on her head.