I rarely ever follow a barber around. He’s really gotta be good in order for me to keep behind him. So when this guy opened up his own joint, I did just that. It’s pretty much your typical Hispanic barbershop. The barber pauses every 5 minutes to listen or interject in a story being said by some other people who literally live there(as in they never leave, and never get a haircut) and Barely ever speaking to you but somehow remembers who you are, where you work, your kids, and if your married or not, and the haircut you get. I come in, I sit, I pay, then I leave. Only thing I wish they had was some more music.