The Northern Slopes of my Face

Got a job interview tomorrow so I'm shaving off my beard. Obviously I'm doing a strategic shave and leaving the 'tasche for a bit, which startled my dad and assembled company when they Skyped me midst-shave. My dad (who I think may have had a glass or two) basically spent the next 15 minutes hooting in laughter at my upper lip.

I think I look like Errol Flynn - the assembled company disagreed.