Well, I was happy to do this, but I can’t say that I’d ever do it again. While in New York City, we went to this barbershop in Astoria, Queens, to get a “proper shave.” I think the best part about it was the hot towel, since the rest of my shave the guy spent trying to “fix” the cuts he inflicted upon my face. I think he really started to freak out because he took the owner/manager outside to discuss the situation. I maybe should have kept my mouth shut because my brother thinks I could’ve gotten a discount, but I mentioned that I have sensitive skin and the owner took that ball and ran with it, waving whatever chance I had at a discount goodbye. I got a very clean shave, albeit the fact that you had to avoid the sores on my face to feel it. Oh, but that hot towel was something else…