Time for a haircut, head on down Vernon St. to the Gentleman's Barber.
A few chairs, retro old house, furnished with old postcards and photographs, retro barber accessories, it's the Gentleman's Barber.
He's good, it's not just the haircut, I could care less, but it's the lost Art of Conversation, he's Cold-Reading, raves about the Tobacconist in Edmonton, The Burlington, cuing a memory I thought I'd long forgotten, "You been?" he asks, we talk of the homelessness on Baker Street, the local reaction, they'll tolerate the vagrancy but start accosting the local youth with bad drugs and the local vigilantes will form a posse and help you out of town, other things, the many and varied topics of indifferent conversation, it's the Gentleman's Barbers...