My NY Haircut

Today I got a fade from a zombie-hair cutter. . . in Harlem. Now let me explain. I've had this idea for some years now that I needed to get my hair cut and a shave in a traditional barber shop. You know the type, a place with a red, white and blue spinning pole out front. Inside is an old barber who waves at his friends walking by and knows his way around a razor blade. I'm not sure why I've had this idea: perhaps it was an overdose of Sesame Street when I was a kid, but that is probably a story for another time.

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