It doesn’t feel very good, Bob. It happened today. I hit rock bottom. A homeless guy gave me a dollar. I was just standing outside of a coffee shop waiting for Mark to come out. He had a 49er’s jacket on from the 80’s, and Sony walkman headphones (circa 1990) that weren’t plugged into anything. Unsolicited, he just walked up to me, put it in my hand and nodded at me reassuringly. I just stood there, bewildered. “Tha-aanks, man,” I said, as much of a question as a response. Wow. Maybe he was just paying it forward, but let’s face it. More likely, he just thought I needed it more than he did. He’s probably right, I have student loans, after all.
Later at another coffee shop, when asked what I’d like, I responded, “I’ll have a large Self Esteem, decaf.”
I think this is a good time to update everyone on the status of my beard. The plan was to grow it for a year—-a yeard. I’m on day 354. I’ve never wanted to shave more. These last eleven days are going to be tough. But at least I have a buck to show for it.
