Sunday, May 2, 2010

I Love Barbershops

Just wish I had a need to go to one anymore!
The big beefy take-charge barber with hairy forearms wearing an old fashioned uniform, the smell of cigars, leather, Tiger Balm, testosterone, the cape over me (allowing my hands to wander in private), perhaps a touch of humiliation when he clips me a lot shorter than I had intended.... Ah! Memories!

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