To the kind, adorable, tattooed hair professional at my local hip barbershop. I'm a balding divorced dad out of a long sexless marriage. You've got the art of conversation, something my wife and many male friends lack. Thanks for playing Sharon Jones and the Dap, but most of all thanks for the extra time on the neck and behind my ears with that buzzer. I don't know if it was my silence or non stop goosebumps, but you must have sensed it felt heavenly. Hope you enjoyed the last 8 minutes as much as my deprived soul. There is hope. Thank you.
There is Hope in a Haircut
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