Still reeling from the shock of getting completely shaved, Jake is led back to the truck by Max. He makes some comment about it, but Jake's too shell-shocked to even hear it. As Jake sits down in the pickup's back seat, he is washed over by waves of regret and embarrassment.
"I don't want to look like a skinhead," he thought.
Jake starts feeling his head. It was completely foreign, as he didn't even realize that his head could be so angular. He didn't remember a time when his skin was taught to his head, at least what he saw of it, because a small layer of fat made any visible angles softer. He guessed that his scalp must be different than his face in that respect.
Max noticed that Jake was feeling up his head through the rear-view mirror and said, "Don' worry. Ya'll get used to it. We all did." Then, he looked as if he had said something wrong, then pursed his lips as if to keep anything else in.
What? "We all did?" What does that mean? Jake's mentally exhausted from getting balded as soon as he arrived, so he makes a mental note and stops thinking about it. Thinking, at that point, had become exhausting, which was unusual for him at any time, but these circumstances were extraordinary.
As he keeps feeling his own head up, he notices something else odd. Short, prickly hair was dotting his scalp. Hmm. This one, he could solve with logic. He decided that a straight razor probably doesn't offer that close of a shave, especially since, in his mind, there's an extreme danger of laceration that comes with a completely unguarded razor blade when it's close to someone's head. He never decides to feel his face, both because he didn't expect any difference there, and because he was too enamored with his lack of head hair.
Finally, Max and Jake get back to the shoddy house. Jake sighs. What will the two thugs say now that he has a shaved head and needlessly shaved face?