Beard Wars

For those of you who have been instilled with a burning curiosity about the state of my facial hair, I thought I would offer a quick update.

Not only have I consistently avoided any upkeep on my facial real estate, but I have also decided to start wearing my long, luxurious woman hair in a ponytail.  While I am generally of the opinion that guys in ponytails tend to look like douche bags, I can’t avoid the conclusion that it is the easiest way to keep hair out of my mouth without breaking down and visiting a barber.  Besides, one of the nice things about New York is no matter where you go or what you do to yourself, you will not be the strangest looking person on the train.

This theory was borne out very quickly when I found myself on the Manhattan bound 7.  A couple stops in, a bespectacled older man got on, looking very respectable in a nice suit and overcoat, sipping a small Starbucks coffee.  Ordinarily, he was not the sort of man who would have attracted any undue attention, had he not been bleeding from the head.  Which, as it happened, he was.

Suddenly, my grooming habits didn’t seem all that suspect.

-TC