QUASI PSEUDO DON JOHNSON LOOK

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I don’t like shaving and sometimes I let it go for 4 or 5 days without a shave. I always get confronted with the interrogation: “Are you growing a beard again?”

No I just haven’t gotten around to it yet. I was going to last night but I decided to watch a rerun of “Sanford & Son” instead. I refrain from notating the disrespectful act I committed against my own body.

This compels the harsh criticism I get from a wide array of people. I get the women older than my mother telling me not to grow a beard. I get a few yuppie type (un)dudes warning me I could get expelled from a Young Republican Club to which I don’t even belong.

I politely refrain from telling them that the young college women at my poetry readings want me to grow the beard again. Even they don’t grasp that it’s simply a matter of laziness and I’m not really growing the freaking beard yet. It’s really not anyone’s concern anyway. I know it’s hard to pull off that whole Don Johnson unshaven look but that isn’t my goal anyway. I have no desire to assume some passé look from styles of a decade I didn’t particularly like.

If it looks bad, I’ll just have to look bad until I get around to raking a blade across my chin and cheeks. I can’t just call in sick because someone’s day is compromised by the stubble on my face.

These kind of people are bored and need to get a little excitement in their lives. They need something else to enter and occupy their thoughts. They need to not worry ab out my face or the hair thereon.

It’ll come off in due time and I’m the one whose facing is itching anyway. It’s really my problem not yours. But it’s just not a big enough issue for me to succumb to and wallow in petty bickering and complaints

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