this morning #2003.

this morning, the beard had to go. he’d keep the moustache for now but the rest of the look had run its course. he made a few funny faces in the mirror. yeah. it had to go. it’d grown so out of control that it was getting in the way of finding love. he was sure of it. countless women at the bar. jill in accounting. that hot girl at the museum. they’d all politely declined his advances. it had to be the beard. what was once a draw now made him look weird. it had to go. before he had time to talk himself out of it again, he took the clippers & ran them up the side of his cheek, leaving a streak of splotchy exposed skin behind. yikes. not what he thought he’d find. he prayed there wasn’t more where that came from.