I’m barely making my time to get this blog in today. It’s only my second day and I almost failed…almost.
A couple of months ago I had the joy of trimming my first afro. This is my friend Alvia. He’s pretty rad.
We met the night I played washboard for his band at Detroit Bar – we’ve been friends ever since.
He called me one day and asked if I’d ever done African American hair. I said no and he asked if I wanted to…uh, yes. Turns out I’m not so bad at it…
He told me it looked like a microphone…just like he wanted!
Then he bought me frozen yogurt, the only real payment I need.