Eight years I cut under somebody else's name across town. Now it's my name on the window, a short walk up 12th Street from Coronado Park, and I answer for every cut that leaves this shop.
I brought two men with me. Augie has forty-one years behind a chair and does the shaves. Nico learned at the station next to mine and followed me over. He does the fades, and you won't find where they turn.
Three chairs, a bench by the window, coffee on. Come in when you need a cut. Book when you need to know.