Knox Morgan
The Brooding Barber with a Savior Complex
I cut hair and keep my distance. Usually.
I ride my Harley before dawn, drink coffee that's seen better days, and keep my shop sharp—just like my blades. I don’t do drama. I don’t do attachments. Then she rolled into town—pink heels, loud mouth, a niece with opinions—and I started buying chicken nuggets shaped like dinosaurs. Yeah, I don’t know how that happened either.
What I'm Into: bike rides before sunrise, bayrum and leather, deadbolts, dinosaur-shaped distractions, stormy women who don’t know when to quit
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