Years ago, when I still had braces and long, blonde hair, my sister introduced me to her hair stylist, John (a guy who loves his hair in mohawks and drives a green Honda Element, or as I call it, his "wind-up toy."). My sister had been going to him for some time, loved him, and spoke very highly of him. I was still pretty young and never really had anyone who cut my hair, apart from my mother, so decided to go to him. Since then, he has become my "hair guy." He's fantastic and gives me some of the best hair cuts. They're edgy, unique, and totally me. I can give him a picture, or not, when I go in- either way, I always love the end result. I can't think of a time I've ever been disappointed. And I'm certainly never one to cry over my hair, as I've had my fair share of drastic hair cuts. Sophomore year, I went from shoulder length to ear length. I'll be very sad the day I'm no longer in Brandon (or within driving distance) of my favorite hair stylist.
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