Six Flags hired me, two weeks ago, and today when I brought back all the things that they wanted me to sign, they said that I had to get a haircut and a shave. ”You can only get away with it if you have a Medical or Religious, excuse,” said the voice of the corporation. I thought about telling them that I was a Rasta, and

that not only would I not piss in their cup, even though I was clean, I wouldn’t cut a hair on my head, or face, for $7.25 an hour. And you have to buy a uniform from Six Flags before your first small paycheck arrives. There are certain things you can’t put me through. My gal and my youngest son both said they would leave me if I shaved and cut the hair. Religion? I’m losing my religion; here and now.