This might be the most highly anticipated SNJ post ever. I have it on good authority that somewhere in the neighborhood of six people might be waiting for this. I’ll deny them no longer.
Below is the visual evidence of the progress I’ve made over the past week and a half. After nearly 17 hours of staring at myself in the mirror, I finally picked up the beard trimmer and shaved off the neck portion of the beard as pictured below.
This might be one of my finest “up the nose” shots in my young photographic career. It also gives you a good idea of just how out of control my bangs have gotten. Yes, at this point, I’m calling them bangs. Also, it seems as though when a picture is taken from that angle, all emotion is sucked from my face. I could have sworn I was smiling, but I guess not.
As you can see in the last photo here, the removal of neck hair has now reduced my stance to a look of more confusion and uneasiness than before. Not sure yet if this is an improvement. Letting go of the beard has been much harder than I ever imagined it could be. The leading reason for getting rid of it right now involves the beard's ability to retain water. It is exceptionally hight. That’s all I’ll say for now.
