My Face and Life

I did a bit of manscaping last night. Just the beard.

It was a mistake.

I'm not ugly, I don't hate my face, it's just got a less-is-more quality. With a beard I look refined, worldly, confident. Without I look the same but gayer.

I like to think of life as a pavement/sidewalk. Sometimes it's level & smooth with few obstacles. Other times it's like your average Dublin pavement; cracked, lumpy, full of dips & dented grates and occupied by rude cunts. Sometimes you stumble, sometimes you fall flat on your face, sometimes you tear your sack on the way down.

I feel a fall coming. Old sack wounds are tingling.