The Awful Truth…

July 4, 2007

It's morning again, and as I have for the past thousand mornings of my life, I yawn, scratch, shower, lather my beard and drag three metal blades across one of the most sensitive parts of my body. Afterwards, as it did the past thousand days of my life, my face burns. So I wash my face and towel it dry. I stare at myself in front of the mirror and begin to wonder…

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