All his life, Jai knew he wanted to go into hair, but he hasn’t always been good at it. He likes to say he gave his first cut when he was five years old, and that’s true, but it wasn’t as well-received as his services are now. In fact, his mother was more than a little pissed at the hack job he did on his younger sister; she came home from work one day to find the babysitter on the phone in the kitchen and Jai standing over Carly in the living room, a dangerous pair of sewing shears in one hand and one of Carly’s ponytails in the other. Two years younger than Jai, Carly had loved the cut up until the moment she heard their mother’s wail of despair. Then she started bawling, too, and Jai found himself the recipient of a whupping so fierce, he couldn’t sit with the backs of his legs against
