Ahh, the growth of hair. Everywhere but on the top of my head. Besides not telling me that shaving gets boring, nobody bothered to tell me that the hair on my ass would explode.
Like weeds, too, I might add. The sad reality is the plush head of hair I’ve dreamed of my entire life – think Pierce Brosnan, regardless of whether you liked him as James Bond – alas, will only come to pass if I can convince everyone to talk to my ass instead of my face.
Wish me luck.