You kno what dammit… I have been coming to Ken to have my hair cut for the last 8 years. A hairstylist or barber that trims it up just right is hard to find nowadays. Yes, I know Ken is technically a hairstylist and that Fortuna is a Salon, but for me, yes for me, it is my Barbershop. To me a Barbershop is like a temple, my Fortress of Solitude. It is place where a man can let his guard down. It is my release of stress from a hard day. A re-energizing of sort. Yes there may be a wait now and then, but I listen to my Chopin and chill. I read the paper and chill. I go to Biriyani King, stuff my face and chill. I hit up Songs Kitchen for some Hot and Sour and chill. Double Puck at John Anderson’s and feast chill. Let me enlighten you, Ken knows Asian, South Asian, Euro, Woman’s and kids hair. But most importantly, My head. I know that all of you, who have found that special one, knows how I feel. I may stray once and while, but I will always come back to my Ken. My friend. My Barber. There is only one other person I let enter my Fortress of Solitude. That one person is My Bae Nikki. To date, she has had her hair done by Ken twice. Fifteen Dolla Tax and Tip.. Thirty if we both get trim. Peace out my fellow Unilocalers.