I mean, I could be dragging some sharp object across my face so that my appearance is less scarey and hairy.
I could be chucking some chemicals thru my hair to remove the grease and then chuck some more in to add oils back.
I could be rolling some more chemicals under my manly arm pits and brushing other stuff onto what's left of my teeth (did I tell you about the $600 wave? Dentist's fee after nasty wipeout).
I could be imprisoning my fallen arches into leathery corporate looking shoes and striding confidently towards my commuting destiny.
Or I could be surfing.
|Painting by Parrish Watts|