Life Advice from a Louisville Barber
I got my first Louisville haircut today. The first thing I noticed about my barber was that he had a pistol strapped to his waist. You’re not in Melrose anymore, son. When he pinched my hair in between his fingers I could smell cigarette smoke. I imagine he was pinching a cigarette in between the same fingers just minutes before when he went on a … Continue reading Life Advice from a Louisville Barber