Yes, only a few times, fortunately. The first, was of course, in my hometown of Kingsburg, twenty miles south of Fresno. Nobody in town would cut our hair, until we reached junior high. My Dad became friends with a great Slavic fellow through the Lions Club. He offered to cut my hair, my brother's, and my Dad's. There were always a few punks and bullies in junior high and high school, most of whom are now deceased, or became law enforcement officers. They used many slang terms, not just on me, but other students of color. By the time I got to UC Berkeley, I discovered an interesting social phenomenon. Each of the ethnic groups on campus "hung out" together, mostly in famous Dwinelle Plaza. It was new to me, but I quickly found a group
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