Brea loves my facial hair. I really do enjoy a little from time to time, but I also love being clean shaven. I got sick the end of October though and I didn’t really feel up to shaving. So it kept growing, and she kept telling me how much she loved it, and pretty soon it was Thanksgiving and I had this fully grown beard. Though part of me enjoyed the change and the luxury of not shaving, I did miss my smooth face.
After a full month of living after the manner of Samson.
Finally I caved. But of course I had to shave it off in steps.
A little trimmed.
The sides cut down.
Jeffrey begged me to leave this one for church. I felt a little like Paulie Sr.
Instead I opted for the creeper stash.
Remind you a little of anyone?