I'm always fascinated by a beautiful and deftly performed hustle. A psychological play of sorts, performed at the expense of an unwitting mark. But I've never had the desire to clean out a complete stranger. A friendly beer is enough to keep my ego afloat inside this big, buoyant head; an exquisite dome laid with the finest of chestnut hairs; each unique follicle personally arranged by the omnipotent hands of GOD... But having good hair isn't enough to hustle. Lets start with the basics.