Day 3

Finally got to see Hugo, my barber. The shop has been around since the late 60’s. While I was having my hair cut, Ritchie — the other barber who is in his 70’s and probably worked here all his life — was showing his client a binder full of pictures from his recently completed hunting trip; pictures of him and the two bucks he shot. I thought about how that moment and setting symbolized all the reasons I decided to ditch my phone. Then I realized Ritchie probably took all those photos with his cell phone.

Later that evening I had a case of Instagram withdrawal and binge-browsed Instagram on my laptop after coming back from our holiday party. It’s one of the apps I miss the most, specially since you can’t post using the web version. Still, a small price to pay for reversing my anatomical evolution into a crane.

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