I think Hardwick is great!
I didn't get to finish my story, so here's what happened:
I caught the barber heading out the door. Youngish-guy. Late 20's, possibly early 30's. He's carrying an empty jug of wine and a half eaten sandwich. He was likely cleaning up since he didn't seem drunk. He sits me down and starts asking questions. I tell him I'm a philosophy/English major. He asks if I like to get high and read Hemingway. I say, "No," telling him pot makes me anxious, so I don't use it. (Also, that sounds like a really frustrating experience!) Then he starts talking. A LOT. With no room for me to jump in. He's pretty much Tucker Max and I'm caught in a story that would have Mike giving the heave-ho. Apparently he writes "emails that are eight to ten pages long" about his "adventures". And while this is all happening, he buzzes my eye brows without asking!
Oh, and now I'm on the mailing list.