The Barbershop
The strong
Smell of rubbing alcohol
Dudes talking about sports
The screaming of young children getting haircuts
for the first time
and the buzzing sound of the clippers
like thousands of bees swarming together.
Frizzy, curly, straight, braided, all
the types of hair that would be on the floor
or on your shoes.
The crunch, crunch, crunch, of tacos being devoured
by the barbers.
And the part I love most
Looking at my fresh new cut.
There are places out there that people enjoy going to and for me this is one of those places.
For you it may be different or maybe you don't have one, but everyone does, you just got to look.
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