can’t get the stink out

Last night i had to buy a razor to shave before…today. I stopped at the Walmart in Northern LA and bought some razors. A remix of Moby’s South Side is playing softly as i pick up a razor.

Standing in line, still just shaking my head, thinking for one second this is the one time my ipod could make a situation more manly.

I shaved my goattee off. Where there was once thought inspiring hair is just cold skin and lies lies lies.

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