Holy shit...I discovered the HOLY fucking GRAIL of barbers. His is a modest single chair barbershop in Andersonville, (which if you weren't aware of, is the 4th or 5th Gayest zip code in the USA).
I missed my bus, and had to cab it in rush hour traffic last night, but it was so worth it. Even after the 1 1/2 hour wait. I signed in with my name, his last appointment...and had time to burn, so I hung out with the bartender at Hamburger Mary's (the gayest place in the beating gay heart of Chicago). I checked back in and was told (sternly, I might add) that I still had another 30 minutes to wait. Ugh.
So I went to @Atmosphere, an even more gay bar for another beer. Totally adorable bartender, nice guy too. We talked and talked and FINALLY it was time to GET MY FUCKING HAIR CUT.
I'm a big fan of people that take their craft seriously. I may be a lowly Bar Back, but I pay attention to detail, and take pride in my work. It's a privilege to work for people I respect, and the fact that I make more money than I did with an honest, above board desk job helps too). But I digress.
Below the mirror there is a sign: "I AM USING SHARP OBJECTS NEAR YOUR HEAD, SO SIT STILL", with yet another reminder to keep my feet on the bar attached to the chair. He was especially adamant about this, no joke.
I've only had 2 haircuts in the previous 12 months, so you can believe me when I say my hair was as long as it's ever been as an adult. We're talking A FUCK LOAD OF HAIR. Like, see below.
Initially I was just getting a trim, but he kept hacking away, meticulously tinkering with the shape of my skull, until HE was satisfied. It took almost 45 minutes, cost $16 and he absolutely refused my generous tip. And said not to come back for at least 5 weeks.
It was like getting blown by a combination of Da Vinci, Picasso and Einstein. Afterwards, I returned to @tmosphere, and the bartender re-introduced himself to me. The difference was that dramatic. Oh, and midway through my victory beer, this hot Latin dude was rubbing my dick while I was sitting at the bar.
But that's another (short) story. And I'm in a relationship.