Never let the truth get in the way of a good story.
September 24, 2012
Bowties, Grills, Bangs, Sneers, Hairage,
At a certain point in my thirties, I remember looking in the mirror and saying to myself, who is this guy? He doesn't even look like "me". Now it's a daily dressing down, and ego devaluation, and ultimately, acceptance of gravity and entropy.