Multi-Hundred Dollar Records

As I mentioned in a couple posts ago, I had a barber in Binghamton named Finesse.  Finesse was a New York City native who came to Binghamton to sell drugs, or so he said.  He also said he was running the barbershop while the owner was in jail.

 

One day while Finesse was in the middle of cutting my hair, two police officers came in with a cab driver.  The cabbie said Finesse put two big trash bags of laundry in the trunk of the cab when he picked him up.  The cabbie said his coat was in the trunk and after he dropped off Finesse he noticed money was missing from the coat.

 

Finesse wasn't having it and gave the cops a ton of attitude.  I don't know if he took the money or not, but I didn't want my barber to get the cuffs slapped on him for disrespecting a cop with half of my hair cut off.  This was only the second time I had been to Finesse.  The first time he offered me drugs.

 

The cabbie went outside with the cops for a bit and after a while one came back in and said Finesse was off the hook.  Relief.