I've seen Sweeney Todd folks. More than once. Hell, I was almost in it once. And therefore, when a barber comes at the non-hair part of my face hole - the eyenosemouth part. I do not react well. I ain't gonna be no meat pie ya'll.
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Facial Penetration
Monday, June 18, 2018 | 0 Comment(s)
And then he took the clippers and came right at my face. The front of it.
I've seen Sweeney Todd folks. More than once. Hell, I was almost in it once. And therefore, when a barber comes at the non-hair part of my face hole - the eyenosemouth part. I do not react well. I ain't gonna be no meat pie ya'll.
This Wednesday was no different. When my man Ky finished evening off my sides, he swung the cord of his vibrating slicer around to the other side of the elevated chair I sat upon, and came at my face. My neck reeled back so hard, if the chair hadn't been driven into the floor with a metal rod, I swear I would have back somersaulted right out of the shop. Look, I figure, if my neck gets a little bloody from the irritated hair follicles, so be it. But I've broken my nose too many times already (3), and that face-bleeding ship has sailed forever.
I've seen Sweeney Todd folks. More than once. Hell, I was almost in it once. And therefore, when a barber comes at the non-hair part of my face hole - the eyenosemouth part. I do not react well. I ain't gonna be no meat pie ya'll.
Monday, September 8, 2014 | 1 Comment(s)
I said goodbye to my latest residence last week (pictured). I'm leaving Amherst after the better
part of a decade. Sure, I'm only
moving about 40 minutes away, but the move is as symbolic as it is structural.
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| I Got 99 Problems and the Neighbors are 3 of Them |
This town has been a time of transformation for me. I got engaged, became a doctor, got a
second puppy, and got married in this house. Those are some major milestones. Amherst is the first place I've really settled since living
at home with my parents.
Amherst was also my first attempt at community. If I was gonna stay put, I figured, I
might as well seek out the benefits of being a relatively big fish in a
relatively small pond. One thing I
learned from this swimming expedition is that small ponds have relatively few
warm pockets, and therefore the fish all tend to huddle in those areas. And that destination-based
socialization, is a form of community.
A shared love of particular establishments and the safety, comfort, and
ambiance they provide. Like a
shared homestead for you and your friends, a coffee shop can become a living
room, and a bar a dining room.