"When Keepin' it Real in the Barbershop Goes Wrong"

Nothing makes me feel more "fresh to death" than a new fade. A new haircut does much more than the obvious; it changes my whole aura. I just feel better after a new cut. Just like portrayed in the movie, barbershops are like clubs solely meant for the enjoyment of guys. Cheaply priced DVD/CDs, sports debates, bootylicious magazines, and just all around keepin' it real. There is no topic that is excluded from conversation in the barbershop. Well, at least I thought...A few weeks ago, I was due to go out of town early Tuesday morning. Most barbers--mine included, don't work at all on Mondays. I guess I was too busy and forgot what day it was. Nevertheless, I really needed my hair cut. I stopped by the shop that I used to go to back in my high school days--Diamond Kutz. When I walked in, it was completely different from how I remembered it from high school. It wasn't packed...at all! There was no Sega Dreamcast. All the barbers I remembered were gone. I had no other choice, so I sat in the chair and told ole boy how I wanted my hair cut. After about 2 minutes, this cat starts asking me if I knew about the Nation of Islam and their leaders. I told the dude that I am a Christian and although I have mad respect for others and their own individual views on religion, Me and Christ have a mutual understanding that our relationship is exclusive. For the next 15 minutes, he and another barber gave me the whole history of Islam and basically kept reiterating that my own spriritual beliefs are B.S. because it was taught to me by the slavemaster. wtf!? Now their whole barbershop has been converted somehow. I'm not looking down on their beliefs, I'm just owning up to the strength and faithful authenticity of my own, and don't appreciate the annoying persistance of these randoms. While may do some good to network and be a mission to young guys who may need to hear positive words, I'm NOT the one for reasons already explained, PLUS with the help of my God and His son, I have direction in my life and don't need anyone elses angry orienteering. Also, good luck on anybody trying to sell me anything. It is so annoying how when "Craig", who is for some reason or another lost in the cycle of the world is given a pea-sized amount of knowledge one day and from then on assumes he knows everything; and that same day he preaches to the world, assuming we are lost too. Brutha I am not lost. I didn't ask for any type of assistance other than a haircut. Unless you are my pastor or one of my deacons, please don't come at me trying to preach. I don't want anybody knocking on my door at my home or soliciting services over the telephone, regardless of what you are preaching or selling. To sum it up, there is a place and a time for everything. And to my people...can we please work together to find everybody a role model...before they turn 30?