text: Prior to the young mans arrival he would found himself at a loss for words as to how he wished his unruly fro to be changed all he would had was the faith that this hair artist whom he would heard through rabid word of mouth would take charge and with a vision all his own not just cut nay but create a whole new head of hair for him to leave the salon tall and proud and better than when he would come in Jorge was an artisan of hair quiet and humble he let his work do the talking for him With a string of well phrased questions he posed to the young lanky man dressed in a ensemble of anachronisms he determined the perfect battle plan After a thorough shampooing and conditioning of his shaggy head he set about his plan of attack and for the next hour or so whittled away at the bushy mass The artist at work shears in hand a careful penetrating eye intuition reigning powerfully in his confident mind he sculpted the gangly young mans tangled mass of black ringlet and cowlick with a swift deftness that left no lock untouched And as the day darkened into evening and the young patrons neck grew stiff with rigidity Jorge looked upon his creation and it was good With a flourish he whirled the barber chair so that his customer saw his work and a tell tale grin flashed upon his lips he was pleased with his work not only pleased but thankful Whether or not Jorge knew it he would made a new client and that client just so happened to be as loyal as the terrier he owned whose fur some had remarked looked as similar as his owners no longer