“How good are you with a razor?” Shelly asked as he pulled his locks back into a ponytail.
“I’ve been shaving myself since I was a thirteen.” Gouch spoke with confidence.
“Good. Clean me up.” Shelly leaned back in the chair and closed his eyes. Gouch got a towel as hot as he could stand it and wrapped Shelly’s face with it. He allowed it to stay on him for about five minutes before removing it. After lathering the lower half of his face with shaving cream, Gouch sharpened the straight razor with a strap and brought it below the old man’s chin. Adding a little pressure, he brought the straight razor up and left smooth damp skin behind. Next, he placed the razor to Shelly’s throat and stopped it there for a moment,
contemplating on whether or not he should cut that mothafucka.
“If I go t
