Life after Shaving....

After the pizza disaster I needed to have a fresh start, something that reflected my new mood in the presence of all this sunshine and mild weather. I was also getting a bit tired of my vision being framed by hair. Everywhere I looked it was surrounded by hair, thankful theyre not the short and curlies.... It was officially the time for the annual beard chopping event: an event to try and carve something or as many things as possible out of the singular entity that was once know as 'beard'.

Today I have decided to go with a more classic approach and usually the first step of growing 'beard'. The goatee has a long and broad history, all of which Im going to skip here. This particular goatee is useful in many ways, like yesterday, where it performed exceedingly well as a breathing filter while dirtbiking in 65-70 degree weather, in the sand, where tis very dusty. Now realize that yesterday I was sporting 'full beard', the goatee was still there just "in with the crowd", if you will.

But theres more to life after shaving than meets the eye. Most of which, again, happened earlier this week, so as to be not fulfilling the requirement of "after shaving", I put it here anyway. Lets talk about raft preparations.

Maravia is a piece of shit. Nothing is standardized and for a urethane encapsulated pvc boat you would think it shoud be burly, but amazingly its not. Every floor in every maravia is fucked. Leaky. Crinkled. Broken. If your thinking "but MY floor is fine", well you dont have much time before youre going to have to send that thing back because they need it to MATCH THE GROMMETS to the boat. As I said before, no standardization. Dumb. At least its fairly easy to lace.