People are finally starting to notice that I'm growing my beard back, but it's like my beard's backwoods evil twin, who lives on my neck (the trailer park of my body). It's pretty funny when a person you used to go out with, who hasn't seen you in awhile, sees you and immediately goes, "ewwww," and touches your scratchy face. This is the crucial period in between clean-shaven and actual beard. Yes, boys and girls, we're talking about the homeless man stage. This beard is making me lose my mind, I swear.
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