Regardless, Kev desperate for a haircut and riding by one, decided it would be a great idea to stop in. Although I am also desperate for a trip, I decided to wait until I was not coated in sweat. I chose to enjoy a Starbucks 16oz Venti (oh yes, Starbucks fans, you might as well say goodbye to your beloved Venti now) iced tang-flavored cooler. About 40 minutes later came Kev, strolling into Starbucks, not super keen on the cut, but also not crying.
Here is a shot of his Ten Minute haircut. What the photo doesn't show you is the lack of symmetry and length accuracy...or the series of hairs that just seemed to be sort of randomly skipped?
Tip for living in Kyoto: Skip Ten Minute Haircut unless you really don't care