I got my bopchop at a barber's just a few minutes down the road from my apartment. The barber, Watanabe-san, is a gray-haired elderly man who seems to be made up entirely of taut skin and old rope. After overcoming our initial language barrier (W-S: "Arrgh! Gaijin!" Me: "I have not come to kill you, venerable barber. Could you please cut my hair?"), he set about the task.