Yep that ugly ass mug is me. Well, let me be more specific. They are both me, but the less ugly version on the right with the fresh shave is also me. It was time. It was time to come on home. Sure I had a fantastic set of hair (in the front) but the biggest advantage is knowing when it's time to say goodbye. That's true with pretty much everything - the bar, relationships, hair, the job you hate, a running back turning 30 - knowing that time has run its course and you have to move on.
So last night I grabbed the razor and told my wife (sick brag of having a wife, I know) get to it. Shave the shit off because well why not? Riggs already had taken the step so it's not like I'd get ragged on more than him. Didn't have to worry about that.
And I gotta be honest. It is quite honestly the most freeing feeling in the world. There's nothing like it. The moment the razor hit my head for the first time I didn't know what to think. But then I felt it - now I had a shaved head before. Times get tough in college and shaving it is easier. I was someone who always rocked a hat (probably still will) because, well, it was time to come home.
Trust me. You know when it's time to come home. Bald is better than balding. A line I heard way too many times that it stuck with me. Just pull the razor. It's the most freeing feeling in the world.
No, I wasn't trying to go for the Tim Howard look (at least not yet) the beard gets trimmed up today. But until I can get into a barbershop for a true shape up it's all about a few times a week getting to the skin.
Plus, you get welcomed to a club and that's always nice:
So if you have one thing left to do during quarantine just shave the head. I'm telling you, it's satisfying as anything else in the world.