3. "yeah, mainly a few fucked up shape ups" In response to Reply # 0
I visited a new barber a few years ago. happened to be someone I knew as a kid from the old neighborhood. I let him cut my hair twice. motherfucker took about 2 hours. He used every tool imaginable for that damn hair cut. spray water bottle, blow dryer, clippers, T-liner, straight edge razor, a chalk pencil or some shit,
effective immediately I'm retiring from being a barber. apologize for the suddenness of this, I wish I had time to exit in a timely manner. I had great memories of being your barber and I will miss it. ______ and ______ have my full confidence and will continue to provide you the service you've come to expect.
Keep one or two goons, not eleven deep...quiet killers like Kawhi Leonard, they don't ever speak - Conway
15. "I remember when I was in like 7th grade " In response to Reply # 0
One of my friends was an 8th grader. And he was old for his grade. I was young for my grade so he was like two years older than me. He said he could cut hair. He cut my homies hair and it looked fine. So I said, aiight. First pass and *bzzzt* down to the scalp followed by "Oh shit!"
-- "You can't beat white people. You can only knock them out."
"There is only one god and his name is death. And there is only one thing we say to death: not today."
27. "I was broke so I gave myself a fucked up haircut in HS" In response to Reply # 0
Couldn’t get the fade right so I had a bowl cut.
I had to go a whole day with that shit. I went straight to my man after school and he faded me up and said “don’t ever try that again” I knew I couldn’t show up at the spot with that bowl or it would be endless jokes.
Then I went down to the community center where we all played basketball and shit. My nemesis was waiting for me and had like 3 dudes around him and I could tell they had been joking my cut. When I pulled my hat off and had that fresh fade. The look on his face was priceless.
29. "I had a guy shave my head" In response to Reply # 0
The cut was getting fucked up so I said fuck it and he shaved it off. I forgot how and why it was getting fucked up. Not really a big deal, but this was 90s LA, where the only Mexican guys with shaved heads were bangers. I was a dorky teenager and that cut invited a lot of trouble, mostly a few "WHERE YA FROM, HOLMES?!" here and there, or adults in my life taking me aside and lecturing me on why the banger life was a bad one
<------------------- Represent the city that I'm from- Dum diddy dum