I made a grave miscalculation. Next week I’m supposed to attend a 1968 themed party. Sew up some bell-bottoms, wear a tight tie dye peace shirt, and voila, you’re an instant idiot baby-boomer feelin groovy. But then I got it into my head that I needed some bad hippie facial hair as well – a big semicircle mustache. Back in the day I could grow a full beard in like two weeks. Well, we ain’t back in the day. I got seven days left, and my jowls are anything but full.
I’ve noticed that society has little regard for people who look homeless.