El bastardo barbudo

I never met you, Mickey—and yet, I miss you like family.
You never heard my name, but through a screen, you changed the course of my life.
Watching you work—those perfect fades, those surgical shaves, the way your hands moved with grace and fire—showed me not just a skill, but a way of being.

You were more than a barber. You were the standard. The soul of the craft.
Each cut, each clean shave, carried a level of care and artistry that most only dream of reaching.
Your presence was magnetic. You didn’t just work—you performed, you inspired.
And to me, you became the image of everything I hope to become.

Even though you’re gone, your influence is still alive in every chair I stand behind, in every blade I touch, in every moment I push myself to be better.
Your rhythm lives on in the hands of those you unknowingly raised from a distance.

Rest in power, legend.
You lit the path.
Now it’s on us to walk it—with pride, with fire, with precision.

– Cristian.