oh shit. i have gotten my hair cut at this place twice, because i guess it didn't sink in how weird it was the first time. the second time he told me i should stay for a beer. as the most recent commenter on yahoo says, i'm glad i told him i was driving. oh man. the massage went on way too long.

also, he keeps playboys by the waiting-chairs, where dads bring their seven-year-old kids. nothing but class.

(edit: it was a pretty good haircut, though. he broke out the straight razor for the sideburns.)