The Hair Cowboy

I had only gotten a couple blocks away from the Starbucks when a man emerged from the shadows, and, I am not kidding, said, "Do you need a haircut?" It was as if he'd been summoned out of thin air by my thoughts and the god of personal upkeep. He was African American, about six feet tall, wearing skin tight jeans, cowboy boots, a purple vest, and a snakeskin cowboy hat. A snakeskin cowboy hat.