this morning #470.

this morning, he was held up by a hell of a hairy situation, stuck in front of the mirror wondering if that asshole on the subway may have had a point. for most of his post-pubescent life, he’d rocked a thin beard that navigated the edge of his cheeks & chin. it was on display in every pic of him, from official documents to mug shots to staged wedding photos. he couldn’t picture himself without it but because of a late-night dispute on an oak grove-bound train with a drunken stranger, his look was now up for debate. a stare. a chuckle. a “that shit makes you look like one of those amish dudes, bro.” he wished that one of his friends had been the one to say that to him.