The bliss of a homeward head shave …

Had been well over a month since I went bald. Needed to return to my roots.

I love shaving my head. Feels amazing, and I sorta lose myself in the moment. It’s not pretty—me, naked or in underwear, sitting on an old unfolded newspaper on the bathroom floor. Grab the cutters, go to town. The wife hates it, because (a) I always leave hair all over (b) I inevitably miss large clumps.

However, she’s away this weekend.

Ha.

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