I have always hated shaving. I tend to cut myself often, and the sound of the razor sliding slowly down my face reminds me of when I would sand some lame wooden trinket I was forced to make in 7th grade shop class. I guess my facial hair is just incredibly coarse.
So last night, I’m shaving my stubbly cheeks and neck (leaving the goatee) and sure enough I cut myself. This time, I cut myself just above a little mole I have on the left side of my neck. This cut bled consistently for over an hour and a half! You’d think Sweeny Todd got a hold of me.
Thankfully, I survived the cut. But I may just grow out my beard. Maybe I’ll sport the ZZ Top look. It could save me a lot of pain and suffering.
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