Introducing the Maestro

We always say that we are like bartenders or therapists, people come in, sit in the chair and start spewing their life stories, problems and deepest secrets and then leave usually feeling better than when they came in. Is it rewarding? Well its about to be more rewarding than I ever thought possible.

I've been doing hair for over 20 years now, yeah I know....thats a long time!! I never thought that when I started in this business that I would make a career out of it......but here I sit ready to share all the blunderful things that this life in cosmetology has brought me. What I didn't think it would give me was the opportunity to sit with you and hopefully make you chuckle, scream, cry and maybe make you wanna go out and kick a few people in the ass!!( I can only hope!..... I can't do it all alone!)

People often ask me what got me into this business and I usually say "I owe it all to the neighborhood SLUT". Sit back for a few and I'll fill you in......oh and by the way, I will be changing all the names in this blog to protect the guilty! But......they'll know who they are!

I was 14 years old and probably the only guy in the neighborhood that wasn't running around trying to get into some girls panties(or some guys undies). I pretty much kept to myself and usually stayed inside watching tv. I was a fat kid so my energy levels were pretty lame and with that comes the pokes and jokes from the other kids so I just avoided it all.

This girl named Mary(I know, how original) came over one day while I was watching tv and started banging on my door looking for her sisters. Usually when she showed up at our place its because she couldn't find them anywhere else. We were the house of last resort so to speak. Usually when the sisters scattered it was most likely because Mary had a date and needed their help doing her hair. Color, perm, cut......whatever the flavor of the week was. She was a real bitch not only to her sisters but to the guys that were courting her. I never understood why she was like that but then again, I never understood much when I was 14. Anyway, I opened the door and there she stood with her ratty hair with roots about 2 or 3 inches long and a box of drug store color asking if I had seen her sisters. I told her no and before I knew it she was sitting inside telling me how I'm going to do her hair because she has a date in a couple of hours. Fun fun, talk about opportunities! I could really get back at this bitch for all the times she called me fat ass! Well she guided me through the application process of the hair color and although it was a bit messy the first go round, It didnt look bad and.........it was fun!

It became a regular "date" for us after that and her sisters no longer had to go into exile every Friday night. Every week it was something different, whether it was color, a perm, a haircut, blow dry, she was very experimental and I just hitched on for the ride. Before I knew it, I was her regular hairstylist. A couple of years after that I dropped out of high school, got my GED and went to cosmetology school, graduated and the rest is history.......and so was she!(Sorry Mary)

I live in Texas.....weeeeeee doggie!! I've worked in some of the best salons across the state. I've worked for Paul Mitchell as an educator. I've done some print work( catologs, magazines, newspapers) as well as some fashion shows and tv shows. I have worked with some local personalities as well as more famous mainstream personalities. I've had the opportunity to work with many gifted hairstylists as well as some who have NO business being in the business and yes........I've told them!(you cunts know who you are!)

I don't profess to be the best but I am far from the worst. I have just about heard it all from many people from all walks of life with all sorts of issues, vices and all kinds of fucked up personalities and for those of you who doubted I would never kiss and tell.........

SUCK ON IT!!! I'M HERE TO CONFESS!