I found a new barber this year. I took off early one day in May to renew my plates for my truck. I'd been needing a haircut for a while but was working long hours and just couldn't find the time. After I got my tags I went back to the barber shop I passed a few blocks from the DMV. As it turned out it was a father and son shop, old school. I asked for a regular haircut and the old man didn't ask me a bunch of stupid questions like, "What's your phone number?" I got that every time I went to the place I had been going to.

They said that's how they identify my in their system so they'll know how to cut my hair without asking, then proceed to ask me how I wanted my hair cut EVERY FUCKING TIME! They swore they weren't selling my data but I know they're lying through their teeth. Anyway, the old man cut my hair just fine without wasting any time and I've been going there ever since.

I went there Saturday and the son cut my hair. While I was in the chair a nigger walked in axing fo a hay cut. He told it he doesn't cut blacks hair. That started a cat 1. The nigger automatically pulled the race card, so the barber said, "Ok, you want me to cut your hair, pay in advance, and I don't want to hear any bitching about how fucked up your hair looks when I'm done." The nigger thought better of it and went shuffling out the door muttering some niggerbabble about 'rayciss booshit.'

After the nigger left we had a nice conversation about goddamned niggers and the fucking trouble they cause. He shuddered at the idea of putting his hands on a niggers greasy head pubes, and I'm delighted to know there's no nigger funk where I get my haircut.

When he was finished I gave him a $20 bill for a $12 haircut and told him lunch is on me today.