Hair today, gone today

First port of call for Rufus was a barber. He didn't hesitate in asking for a shaved head. His speech was still extremely slow. The barber checked, thinking Rufus a bit simple.

"You sure, mate?"

The look in Rufus's eyes told him not to mess with this bloke. So all the locks were shorn in minutes. Rufus paid and left.

Next he bought jeans and shirt at a chainstore. He now looked like an ordinary bloke; smartish... but nonetheless homeless.

A bed required for the night... hopefully with a woman in it!

Off to a busy bar seeking tonight's prey....