There you were… sitting on a folding chair in a dimly lit garage with your head poking through your nicest Hefty bag. Tentatively enjoying all your budget barbershop has to offer, including the noxious ol factory cocktail of equal parts exhaust and gasoline.
Waiting in anticipation, you sit nervously as your mom artfully works those dull-ass kitchen scissors and your dad’s old beard trimmer, just waiting to peep what you'd later call your crappiest haircut ever. Just think how much easier the next day at school would have been if you showed up sporting the newest custom lid from Fujizaki.

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