Describe your local barber shop experience
Young_Phonics
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Sayin'. Oliver's thread got me wondering.......1).I used to go some old dude named "Georgito" when I was shorty here in San Bruno. He was your typical charming old dude who always had some interesting stories to tell (at least at the time I thought they where cool). What I liked about his place is that he used to make these real intricate models of Dracula, Frankenstine, and other monsters and as a kid you thought that shit was cool. He was later bought-out by a Russian dude named "Vadim" who had mad playboys all over the place. I remember catching my dad sneaking peaks, it was all good though.2). In high school I had my boy Brian cut my hair, since he was Phillipino all he knew to do was the High-Top Fade (SHIG, Paychecks and Jinx know the time) and since I mostly ran with all Phillipino folks guess what hair cut I got. He would cut my hair while we watched old DMC battle videos and talked about how it would feel to finally finger-bang a girl. Since he didn't charge his fee was that I sweep the floor after words.3). My current "barber"; Her name is Grace. All the years before and after high school I've been going to her (which is like a long time). Her accent is mad thick and I think it might be the reason why I sometimes get some suspect-ass haircuts. I can't turn her down because she used to cut my brothers hair as well and she knows my folks (She always tells as I walk out the door"Say Hi to Family"). She's good people and always pleasant, which kind of what going to the Barber is all about.
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I did used to go to a barber in high school. I though he was a nice dude until one day I went in and his girlfriend was there. They were fighting the whole time he cut my hair. About half way through he slapped her hard as shit and told her to get the fuck out. She started screaming and he fucking chased her with a straight razor. Dude flipped and was beating her in the street and threatening to cut her. It took like three cops to subdue him. Come to think of it maybe this is why I don't go to barbers anymore.
No man, i got the fried afro look. This is me at my last dj gig:
what's the box of tissue for?
2) the barber before melo was this crazy family with the oddest decor. they had the strangest t-shirts hanging from the ceiling and they would serve alcohol on special occasions. i was dumb enough to accept a maker's with a splash while getting my haircut...hair in yo drank is nagl. the girl nikki that cut my hair would always give me unnecessary details about her sex life...seriously next level amount of detail...
***i asked around this past spring because nikki was too busy so my guy al told me about this spot in bronzeville. being white walking in was hilarious because it got all quiet and everyone looked at me... ror. could have been an outtake from barbershop 12. it was cool but too far [45 minutes] to become my regular barber.
Dj Head man!!!
you know i'm joking about that pic right?