this morning #46.

this morning, he was intently focused on the way that his eyebrows had started to join forces at the peak of his ski-slope nose. this impending bushy tryst seemed to have come out of nowhere but he knew that wasn’t the case. it had been brewing for weeks alongside his scruffy hipster beard, as he let himself go. he started each morning groggy after an evening of staying up way too late bingeing tv shows & porn clips that he had already seen dozens of times while sipping fine whiskey he had already tasted thousands of times. if he didn’t have to shower, he definitely didn’t. today was just one of those days..