When, like Bostonist, you keep your hair very very short, it is easy to “let yourself go,” at least inasmuch as coworkers and friends start calling you “shaggy” even though your mane is nowhere near the average for clean-cut Bostonians. This was the condition we found ourselves in last week when we stumbled upon the Capitol Barber Shop, a quaint-looking little affair across from the State House on Bowdoin Street.
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