Ezra exits. The bell jingles.
That’ll be seventeen dollars.
Ezra reaches up, touches the back of his neck. o4m barbershop sc. 2
You’re holding your helmet like it’s a bomb. And you sat in the middle chair. First-timers always sit in the middle. They think it’s neutral. It’s not. The middle chair is for men who can’t decide what they want. Ezra exits
He makes the first cut. A small lock of hair falls onto the apron. Ezra flinches, but only slightly. o4m barbershop sc. 2
He hated long hair. Used to say I looked like a “lost dog.”
