Personal Narrative: Trip To The Barbershop
Trip to the Barbershop
It’s that time of year again, that’s right time for a new haircut. I’m forced to get my hair cut twice a year by my parents. Truly, it’s not really a cut more like getting your head shaved. It’s just enough to save money and keep me from looking like a sheep dog. Every year me getting a haircut is like a dentist appointment, not something you look forward to. Normally this wouldn’t be a problem I would just go to a ‘Supercuts’, and 10 horrid minutes later I would be on my way. But since my mom stopped near a barbershop, she decided were going to try something new.
I’m standing here in front of this small, unknown, barbershop. It was in an old rundown building, about ready to collapse. I slowly walk into the barbershop, …show more content…
We walked out of the apartment, minding our own business, and hands in our pockets. We then crossed the street and continued to walk and talk. Sure enough there was a pack of older looking Latino boys at the corner of the street.
Another block down I start to realize that a group of guys crossed the street onto our side of the road.
“They are looking at you Rashad,” said Jose.
“Why?” I asked.
“I don’t know,” said Rashad.
Then I thought, Its daytime were safe, aint nothing happens during the day. As we walked by the group of 3 guys, one of them starts mean mugging me and as soon as I turn around I see a fist make contact straight into Rashad’s jaw. I hear an “OH SHIT!” from Rashad and presumed that must have hurt.
“Get his ass,” said one hoodlum.
“Beat this guy down, he don’t live in our neighborhood,” said another.
“Don’t live in this neighborhood, I live 1 block down the motherfuckin street!” exclaimed Rashad.
“That’s a lie, we aint never seen you,” replied one …show more content…
We began to square up with the hoodlums near the barbershop. Oh the barbershop. Suddenly one punk starts yelling random shit like “BLOODS BLOODS!!!” At the time I didn’t realize they were talking about gangs and such. Immediately after he said the words people lit up the streets. It was like someone pulled a fire alarm or something, people started watching from windows, cars, and people in the barbershop even came out to watch. I saw one man in the middle of his haircut, towel and all, race out just to watch.
Back against a steel ring fence, across from the barbershop we stood. A semicircle formed around us with people shouting “Fight, Fight, Fight!” The kid that hit Rashad then said “So now what?” I looked at Rashad, then at Jose ,and it was like we had telepathic powers. We knew what to do, we weren’t going down like this. We’ll give them a run for their money.
Immediately, Rashad full sprint and all, like a professional NFL Player truck stops 4 people in the corner of my eye. He throws them down 2 at a time. A hoodlum tries to tackle him but he does a fast kung-fu spin and dodges. Me and Jose sprint after Rashad and the Hoodlums and after us. All I thought of was that barbershop and putting 1 foot after the other to get as far away as possible from
It’s that time of year again, that’s right time for a new haircut. I’m forced to get my hair cut twice a year by my parents. Truly, it’s not really a cut more like getting your head shaved. It’s just enough to save money and keep me from looking like a sheep dog. Every year me getting a haircut is like a dentist appointment, not something you look forward to. Normally this wouldn’t be a problem I would just go to a ‘Supercuts’, and 10 horrid minutes later I would be on my way. But since my mom stopped near a barbershop, she decided were going to try something new.
I’m standing here in front of this small, unknown, barbershop. It was in an old rundown building, about ready to collapse. I slowly walk into the barbershop, …show more content…
We walked out of the apartment, minding our own business, and hands in our pockets. We then crossed the street and continued to walk and talk. Sure enough there was a pack of older looking Latino boys at the corner of the street.
Another block down I start to realize that a group of guys crossed the street onto our side of the road.
“They are looking at you Rashad,” said Jose.
“Why?” I asked.
“I don’t know,” said Rashad.
Then I thought, Its daytime were safe, aint nothing happens during the day. As we walked by the group of 3 guys, one of them starts mean mugging me and as soon as I turn around I see a fist make contact straight into Rashad’s jaw. I hear an “OH SHIT!” from Rashad and presumed that must have hurt.
“Get his ass,” said one hoodlum.
“Beat this guy down, he don’t live in our neighborhood,” said another.
“Don’t live in this neighborhood, I live 1 block down the motherfuckin street!” exclaimed Rashad.
“That’s a lie, we aint never seen you,” replied one …show more content…
We began to square up with the hoodlums near the barbershop. Oh the barbershop. Suddenly one punk starts yelling random shit like “BLOODS BLOODS!!!” At the time I didn’t realize they were talking about gangs and such. Immediately after he said the words people lit up the streets. It was like someone pulled a fire alarm or something, people started watching from windows, cars, and people in the barbershop even came out to watch. I saw one man in the middle of his haircut, towel and all, race out just to watch.
Back against a steel ring fence, across from the barbershop we stood. A semicircle formed around us with people shouting “Fight, Fight, Fight!” The kid that hit Rashad then said “So now what?” I looked at Rashad, then at Jose ,and it was like we had telepathic powers. We knew what to do, we weren’t going down like this. We’ll give them a run for their money.
Immediately, Rashad full sprint and all, like a professional NFL Player truck stops 4 people in the corner of my eye. He throws them down 2 at a time. A hoodlum tries to tackle him but he does a fast kung-fu spin and dodges. Me and Jose sprint after Rashad and the Hoodlums and after us. All I thought of was that barbershop and putting 1 foot after the other to get as far away as possible from