I have not shaved since I quit my job two weeks before the tour began. I have never gone this long without shaving my face in my adultish life. It seems to me that there could never be a better time to attempt to grow my iffy facial hair other than when I am newly jobless and traveling the country with a band for two weeks. That being said, we are also touring in July, and I'm not used to this itchy, odd thing on my face. At times I imagine I can understand what a hedgehog or porcuipine might feel like. Frequently I grumble to everyone that it's coming off as soon as I get home, if not sooner. Sometimes I wonder narcissitically if there's a secret betting pool on whether I'll just suddenly shave it off in some city somewhere. Generally speaking, I also can't seem to stop touching and/or attempting to get all these wiry, scraggly hairs to line up. What the hell am I supposed to do with hair that literally grows in the opposite direction from the ones around them? Cut em off? I don't know. All I do know is that I can't imagine this is helping me meet available women on this tour, the type who are well-meaning but for some reason are drawn to my mysterious charms and et cetera. The band would love nothing more than to collectively be my wingman, but the bottom line is there aren't a lot of opportunities to make new friends while traveling every day, and besides that's not my reason for being here. So.. yeah wish me luck with the beard.
