An in-depth, and let's face it scary, look at how I think and observe the world. I've often been called weird. But what is normal, really? Maybe I'm normal, and all of you are weird.
I was tired of all of the silver hair in my
beard, so I decided to trim it out with the scissors this morning. By the time
I was done, I was left with only a soul patch and mutton chops. I think I
should have dyed it instead.
