A cold winter evening in Dublin, Ireland sees a dude get his head caught in a gate. The dude was four or nine years of age. I knew something was wrong as the blood left his face and he somehow managed to utter the word “stuck”. I told him that life is an itch and that we all get stuck sometimes, that it matters more about how we navigate the stuck than becoming stuck and that Bon Jovi are a pathetic excuse of a band. As I walked away, I genuinely hoped he would escape the confines of that gate and that my brilliant words of wisdom helped. I’m not known for weaving a cohesive narrative but according to this dude, people with beards are just people without beards, with beards…
That’s deep. And full.
I am full of it. There is no doubt about that.
Getting stuck can be hairy. I have a mustache, so I’ve had some close shaves with getting stuck myself. Once my razor was dull, and I stuck myself several times. And are we going to continue to allow the government to use facial hair recognition technology?
You paint quite a picture, Bill. It’s hairy stuff.