Corner Booth

So I'm at a bar...enjoying life. Things are good. Saw Joey...get to see him again next weekend. Got to hang out with Em...got invited to a Law School dance...life is good. God forbid my night end there. God forbid I go out like that. We've all agreed...that's not how I roll. Em comments on my hair, it's long now. Some like it, some don't, se la vie. Em comments that it could stand to be shorter, a valid point, it's getting a little out of control. I agree, oh but it doesn't end there. Em comments that maybe...MAYBE...I should shave the goat off...and the side burns could use a trim while I'm at it. FUUUUUCK. Enter low self esteem...enter narcissism...enter self doubt. The next five to ten minutes are consumed with me asking her if she's really sure about that while rubbing the beautiful patch of wonderful on my chin. She says, "Try it," I acknowledge that it would take all of about a week to grow back, then we leave for our respective homes. When I get home I go straight for the bathroom and turn on the electric razor...then turn it off...then grab a beer and drink about half of it...then go back and begin. Then close my eyes and bring the buzzer to my chin...then a little piece of me dies inside. Which piece of me is it, you ask? It's the piece that looks over 14 years of age. Here's a pic:



You have no idea how long it took my drunk ass to find an angle to take that picture that wasn't either blinded by the flash or completely creepy as hell. And, yes, I am holding the Holy Grail above my head...thanks for asking.
















Much Love,
Bo
P.S. Fellas, not that any of you would, but if you're ever gonna use any "Product" on your hair...don't wear a hat afterwards...the friction of the hat and the hair doesn't react well with the "Product" and you end up with some pretty nasty shit in your hair...Not that it's ever happened to me...just that it happened to my cousin's friend once and it made him really embarrassed and it was funny...errr something.