If somebody cuts me off on the freeway, I get hit with a sudden adrenaline rush–racing heart, wild eyes. My tongue gets mean, road rage kicks in, I’m either honking or braking or hitting the gas. After it’s all said and done my heart rate might return to normal, maybe in about fifteen minutes. But for the rest of the drive–if not the day–I’m rarely the same. The incident shocks my core a little bit, and that’s a hard sensation to shake. Don’t trust me with heavy machinery or fine Japanese knives after that. Don’t even hand me the remote control! I’m useless!
So how does barber Heng Song, of Alaska, witness an SUV blowing through the front window of his shop (narrowly missing his cutting station)–and resume his job to completion? (After taking a moment to confirm everyone was safe and the police were being called, of course.)
I HAVE NO IDEA.
Song is one Badass Asian Barber, that’s for sure. And a cooler cuke than I could ever dream to be.
Man, I’m so curious to know how that haircut turned out.
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