How My Goatee Transformed My Life (Or, Shaving Accidents)
April 9th, 2005
Years ago, I was fed up with being “the nice guy.”
And so one day, without warning, I put down my shaver and screamed to the skies (much like Kirk did in the famous second feature length movie of the Star Trek phenom), “I will refrain from shaving until my goatee has fully grown in!”
It took about five days.
The idea had emerged months before. I saw people everywhere with goatees and women on their arms. They acted like they had zero cares in the world. They did what they wanted, they said what they wanted, and their goatee seemed to back them up.
I would do the same thing.
