this morning #971.

this morning, in the middle of my biweekly shave, i noticed that, after i switched over to the right side of my face, the blade began letting out these faint, freaky squeaks. they were akin to the stifled screams of a tiny bird. not quite squished. gasping for air. i gazed at the razor for a sec. it seemed to be working just fine, so i gave it a good rinsing & tried again. same strange sound. what the fuck? ultimately, it distracted me so much that i had to stop, toss it in the trash bin & finish the job with a whole new razor. i couldn’t risk nicking myself. not today. this face had to be in tip-top shape for all the photos they’d be taking of me. looking like i’d got in a fight with one of my cats was not an option.