“He lives vicariously through himself. He once taught a German shepherd to bark in Spanish. His personality is so magnetic, he is unable to carry credit cards. He can speak French in Russian. He never says something tastes like chicken—not even chicken. He's been known to cure narcolepsy, just by walking into a room. His blood smells like cologne. He once had an awkward moment, just to see how it feels. His organ donor card also lists his beard. Even his enemies list him as their emergency contact number. He is the most interesting man in the world,” I listened to the Dos Equis commercial on the radio. Everyone has at least seen it once or heard about it. As I imagined all the weird stuff this guy has supposedly done, I also began to think about who was the most interesting person I’ve ever met.
I scratched my head and that’s when it hit me. “Steve. Steve Lassos is probably one of the most interesting.” He probably wasn't like the most interesting person in the world, but he was the most interesting person in my world.
Steve is a barber, my barber, at De Castilian Hairstyling. When I first met him, he told me he knew a bunch of random facts, because he could never sleep at night. He is meant to sleep on the other side of the world, because he just can’t wake up in the mornings and sleep at night.
I shook his hands firmly, two years ago, as he introduced himself. “You can call me, Steve or Mr. Wikipedia,” he gave a heart-warming laugh, “which ever one you prefer, of course.”
As he would cut my hair, I would ask him, “What are you reading now?”
He would tell me of the Sleeping Prophet, Einstein’s Theory of Relativity, the Chariot of the Gods,
Don’t I get enough of that from my parents?
Just this week I got my haircut and I was talking to Steve about writing a novel on aliens. I could see in his eyes that he already began going through the file cabinets in his mind, “You should go see a movie by Steven Spielberg called Close Encounters of the Third Kind. It should help you with your novel.”
“I will definitely rent it from Blockbuster this weekend,” I told him with a smile as I looked at my weird hairstyle in the mirror, because my haircut was halfway done. “I’m going to have the characters meet up at
“Sounds like a perfect script for a movie to me,” he added as he cut away the remnants of my old hairstyle. “You know, speaking of
“Yeah,” I agreed as tiny pieces of brown hair flew in front of my eyes and onto the tile floors.
“So, check up on that. Where are the aliens from, in your story?” Steve took out a blow-dryer.
“I think I’m going to have them be from another dimension.”
He cut off the power to the blow-dryer. “You know, maybe you should have them be from another galaxy or planet, because people are still trying to grasp the whole dimension concept. It’ll be easier on you to write that they came from another galaxy, because there are actually facts on that.”
“Yeah, I guess you’re right, especially since the whole Stephen Hawking incident.” I nodded my head as he finished blow-drying my hair.
My haircut was complete, our conversation finished, and Steve already had his next customer waiting. I stepped outside of the barbershop saying my goodbyes to Steve and all the other barbers. I walked into the world with not only a new haircut, but also a new load of topics to research because of one man. Steve. One of the most interesting people in the world that I know.