The Don Johnson
Those dirty lil Devils.
My beard's lifespan is contingent on the Stanley Cups playoffs. Jersey looked to be on the cusp of extinction and the Los Angeles Kings could almost taste the franchise's first Cup... and I was well on my way to trimming this thing off.
The Devils have other plans - like being the first team to come back from a 3-0 deficit to win the Cup.
Beards dominate the ice. And I was sorta starting to feel a kinship with these hockey players.
Until I looked in the mirror.
My beard is an array of colors - gray, brown, black, blond - at this age it appears I am just not cut out for beardland. It's bad enough that if I let my hair grow out I look like some guinea pig hybrid all gary, brown and black. And to toss in that same mix on my face?
I'd really have to turn to dying the beard if I was to keep it. And then I'd look totally Brokeback Mountain.
So I took up the Norelco, picked a setting and mowed the lawn on my face. Readjusted from the original setting to the 7mm before I could actually see any results. Love the vacuum function that sucks up your whiskers. My sink loves this as well.
Kinda hard to navigate the chin... and I don't even have a chin like Dadcentric head honcho Jason Avant.
Not satisfied, I notched it down to 5mm and went for the Don Johnson.
Much better. I don't feel so much like some homeless dude. But I don't feel much like an actor either...