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.