I spent the morning with my friend Greg G. I met him at my church. He works with our middle school students. He also happens to be one of the hottest local hip hop producers in San Antonio (here is a song he rewrote, recorded, and produced called I Put On
CLICK HERE). Greg and I always have good conversations about what it means to wait on God and about being content in the midst of hard times. He is a great friend.
Anyway, I asked him if I could come over to his house and get a hair cut. I wanted a standard buzz and his mom always braids his hair so I figured he could handle some clippers. He said, "Man, I'll take you to my barber shop. I need to go and get my hair cleaned up anyway." So I went with him and received the most precise hair cut I have ever had.
Let me describe the scene. I walked in and there were a dozen people waiting around to see the 6 or so barbers. There was soul playing on the radio, a George Foreman in the back, and a bottle of hard liquor sitting by the combs. I sat in the back next to a barber that goes by Paper Boy. He was very proud of the fade he was giving the customer in front of me. He also was a big fan of the wraps from the deli next door. I had a great time and will probably return. Though, next time I will request that they not shave a straight line across my forehead.