I have been clean shaven (well, for the most part) for about two decades now. I left behind facial hair right around the same time that I left behind my teenage years. Yes, friends, I used to sport a porn-star mustache and long hair (back when I had some). I rode a steel horse back then, complete with a leather jacket. I thought I was hot stuff.
I decided a couple of weeks ago that I need to change things up. So, behold… the goatee. It’s just gotten thick enough that people are starting to notice that I didn’t just forget to shave over the weekend. One of my co-workers stopped me today and asked if I “was an evil Erick from an alternate universe.” Well, I guess that blows my cover. I am an evil me from an alternate universe. Bet you can’t guess where I hid the body of good me after I killed him and assumed his identity. Bwah, ha, ha, ha!