The evidence is to your left.
My hairdresser was a crazy older guy with short gray hair cut in a triangle shape the middle of his head, and shoulder-length gray hair on the sides. He was dancing around while cutting my hair and did his best to give me a Jewfro. Israeli hairdressers are out of control. I was very entertained indeed.
My goal of becoming the physical embodiment of the following song is now underway. (Song starts at 0:40).