when sonny came back from the yukon he was sporting a goatee. his mother and grandparents didn't like it. that was enough for me, i decided to grow a goatee myself. somewhere along the line sonny decided to get rid of the goatee leaving me as the only fool with a goatee. on the one hand i want to get rid of it or quit shaving all together and let the grey hair have it's way with my face. i decided to take a photo, maybe that would help me make the big decision.
after looking at the photo i had an epiphany!
my eyes aren't bloodshot!
holy christ, another benefit of beating alcohol.
so i got that going for me too, which is nice.
