Saturday, June the 9th, 2007

For every little boy growing up, learning to shave is a special father-son bonding moment.

One that I don’t recall having.

Or maybe I wasn’t paying attention.

Or maybe I ought to shave more often than once a fortnight, and not use that rusty-blunt blade if I want to avoid looking like a perennially busted-up street fighter.

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