It’s a practice in trust and loyalty. Usually he cuts your hair just great, shapes your head, the length is all perfect. He gets every last follicle down perfect and you leave the salon walking around like you own the street you just stepped out to. But then one day he just cooks you, and not even one #whiteboyweek (waiting for it to grow out so it looks normal) will save you. Its so cooked you grab some scissors and learn how to shape up your sides yourself. But anyway, Im off to get my hair cut by that same MF now. Because I still trust him w my life.
