My Jamaican barber be drunk af on facetime to his deported brother whole time fukking up my line up
Breh, after I fired my last barber after he became a Instagram celebrity (in his mind) and jacked his prices up, I found this Dominican nikka.
He was cool for the first couple times, recently had relocated from NYC, getting his feet wet, been cutting for 25 years, yada yada…
After a couple times, he got comfortable and started sippin Heinys when he cut my shyt and taking cigarette breaks.
He was dead nice with the clippers and kept the shop open for me a couple times when I needed him to in a pinch so I didn’t trip, but it was annoying as fukk.
Last straw was this nikka was acting mad jittery and weird when I came in.
Kept taking calls where he had to walk away, then he went to the parking lot, was gone like 10 minutes (in the middle of my cut!) then came back eyes looking like mirrors, talkative as fukk and moving 1000 miles an hour.
This nikka was skee’d out of his fukkin mind.
On top of that, he pushed my hairline back.
I wanted to fight this nikka so bad but I charged it to the game and have been cutting my own hair ever sense.
That was like 3 months ago.