One slip of the razor and suddenly you’re sporting a whole new facial do! That is why after several years of having a mustache, I suddenly find my lip naked and exposed. I nipped one side of it trying to shape it a little. I nipped the other side, trying to even it out. I took a little bit too much off, so I went back to the original side to once again even it out. Alas, the razor struck again!
When I finally got them even, I stood there looking in the mirror at a reflection of Adolph Hitler with a stylish goatee. I promptly shaved the rest off, and wisely decided that my goatee looked just fine. I mean who cares if half of it winds its way all the way up to your nostril while the other half doesn’t quite make it past the dimple in your chin?
