The day has come and come again. I had not shaved my goatee area since January 27, 2006, my last day of work at a small pharmaceutical company. I hadn't shaved the remainder of my beard area since I got malaria in mid-May. The result was thick bush on my chin and a socially backward-looking beard. People prayed for me after a single look. It was a lot of fun while it lasted, but it was getting a little too fuzzy. After a new friend described it with a phrase of horrible accuracy that will not be repeated here, but will be told in person if you ask, I decided that the day had come.
I took over two inches off the chin and trimmed the sides. I decided to have some fun on the way down so I turned the shears off and left me some mutton chops. The result was a beautiful picture that can only be titled "Get off my land!"
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I'm going to meet people today that I may one day need to think well of me. I didn't think showing up with joke mutton chops would be a good way to make a first impression that says, "I'm responsible, intelligent, and don't frighten children." As a result, the mutton chops are no more.