Greetings from my barbershop. I keep a pretty low profile in here. For one, nobody gives a damn who I am. Second, I don’t like anything that involves waiting. I’m trying to get in and get out.

Walked in today, and one of the cats pointed at me. Seems they’d seen the TV One special and recognized me.

I mention this because being recognized in the barber shop is one of those things that’s kinda cool. Like a miniature version of making the cover of Jet.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I must cue up the pentultimate song on the Purple Rain soundtrack.