You know what’s not a good call? Walking into a random men’s barbershop in downtown Manhattan and paying $13 to get your hair cut. But that’s what I did first thing this morning. Against my much better judgement I opened the door and sat down in front of a 70 year old haircutter and watched as he hacked away at my head for seven or eight minutes. I stopped him before things got too out of hand. Where’s Richard Kavanagh when you need him??
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