It all started when I was 15. I was in my buddy’s living room giving him a mullet mohawk with his dad’s beard trimmers. I’m sure it came out like shit, but we thought it looked great for someone who had never done it before. Eventually became a consistent thing with all of the boys.

A couple years later, just off a night shift at CVS, I was watching the hit movie ‘Roadhouse’. Dalton was in the middle of firing half the bar staff, then he tells Terry Funk’s character “There’s always barber college”. That’s when I knew.

A few months into my barber college sentence, my grandpa came to get his haircut. I noticed he had an old briefcase in his hands. He told me that my great grandpa was a barber for 40 years. Started out in the 1930’s. Pretty crazy…