the last few months have been mundane. life has continued at a humdrum pace with things alternating between work, late hours and absolute rusting of grey cells. to try out something different and entertain myself, i grew a french beard or a goatee as its properly called by the nexus of un employed poets, down and out street performers and the supposedly uber cool crowd.
results were varied - wife complains of stubble rash if i smooch her, son said i looked like a tarantula (did not have the heart to ask him why)
the beard is like a gumboil. it is annoying at first and then it grows on you. if its not around, its like missing a woman in your life. on the flip side, everyone knows when i have had noodles, white hair creeps in at an alarming rate making it look like a horde of termites have had a field day.
to shave or not to shave that is the question.....
Wednesday, January 18, 2006
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