When I was in middle school my old step mom who worked as a beautician cut my hair. Well, one evening I ticked her off in a most horrible of ways and she vowed to never cut my hair again. That night, I retreated to the home of my best friend, Morgan Lyman.
In a way that only best friends know how, Morgan took me in, cooked up some healthy foods, turned on some Wyclef, and cut my hair. Later that night, I returned home with my first mohawk, the best hair cut I ever received. Throughout high school Morgan continued to cut my hair whenever needed. Sometimes it was needed because my hair was outta control.. And sometimes it was needed because I just needed to escape some trouble back home.. Either way, Morgan was always there for me.
Ten years later, Morgan is still my barber of choice. Most people figure it’s because of his finely developed skills, careful attention to detail, and the atmosphere he likes to set with food on the grill, fresh smoothies, and the best music playing. But to say that’s all would be an ungrateful understatement on my part. In a very real way, these haircuts have saved my life.
These days, a haircut from Morgan often means hopping on a quick flight. A small price to pay for the world’s best haircut. In a perfect world, everyone would have a Morgan for all those times when life gets a little too hairy.
Here is some of Morgan’s work from 2012. Thank you dear friend..
PS. To Morgan’s sweet parents : Thank you for always letting us use your clippers, your grill, your blender, your fruit, your porch, your stereo, and your home.