Getting Cruised In the Heights
Getting Cruised In the Heights

Got my hair cut. Short. Shaved sides. Even got my eyebrows did.
Ghurl, my shit is looking correct.
I scraped my pennies together and indulged in some self-care. Hit up mi hombre, Hermán, at the barber shop in the Heights near my girl’s crib, and got a cut.
Ever since my best homegirl passed away, getting a haircut has been this saving grace, one I dive into whenever my reservoir of sanity is…












