Shaven Epiphanies
So I’m in the bathroom wearing a towel shaving my face, and I come to the realization:
"Dallas your 23 and your body is starting to hurt when you try to do things athletically.
This is the best your ever gonna look."
That’s a weird cold feeling for a dude to have.; like the Alberta oil market, I’ve peaked, and there's nothing to look forward to but insane mortgage payments that nobody can afford and ghost towns.
After a few uncomfortable droll seconds starring at myself crookedly in the mirror, I reached yet another conclusion..... I look goooood.
The who reason for shaving was to tighten my game up. its been a few weeks and my face was starting to look like Pascal Cardinal's chest. mad rug style.* I had just discovered an old broke ass looking garbage bag in some tiny ass crawl space in our basement FULL of suits my dad bought circa 74'-85'. Pops was a fly dresser. they don't even make three peice suits like this no more. So I tried a few on, low and behold, I TO am now fly as a flock of geese. Dad said "go ahead, take one", to which I proceeded to snatch 3. Its not like he can fit them anymore.
This lead me to another thought:
Have you ever wondered what it would be like if you knew your parents growing up? I think my dad and I would be chums, but I'd constantly be bombarding him with harassment for being such a square. My dad is the definitive straight arrow. Any of you whom have ever been in any sort of contact with me know I might rock to the beat of a relatively unrefined drum. Alas, He'd clearly be the sharper dresser.
*shout out mad love to Cards
"Dallas your 23 and your body is starting to hurt when you try to do things athletically.
This is the best your ever gonna look."
That’s a weird cold feeling for a dude to have.; like the Alberta oil market, I’ve peaked, and there's nothing to look forward to but insane mortgage payments that nobody can afford and ghost towns.
After a few uncomfortable droll seconds starring at myself crookedly in the mirror, I reached yet another conclusion..... I look goooood.
The who reason for shaving was to tighten my game up. its been a few weeks and my face was starting to look like Pascal Cardinal's chest. mad rug style.* I had just discovered an old broke ass looking garbage bag in some tiny ass crawl space in our basement FULL of suits my dad bought circa 74'-85'. Pops was a fly dresser. they don't even make three peice suits like this no more. So I tried a few on, low and behold, I TO am now fly as a flock of geese. Dad said "go ahead, take one", to which I proceeded to snatch 3. Its not like he can fit them anymore.
This lead me to another thought:
Have you ever wondered what it would be like if you knew your parents growing up? I think my dad and I would be chums, but I'd constantly be bombarding him with harassment for being such a square. My dad is the definitive straight arrow. Any of you whom have ever been in any sort of contact with me know I might rock to the beat of a relatively unrefined drum. Alas, He'd clearly be the sharper dresser.
*shout out mad love to Cards
posted by Dallas @ 12:47 PM
3 Comments:
GREETINGS from Jadar Radom!!!!!!
hey dallas! It's me again!
I beleive there exists no real peak for anyone! No limit for progression until you reach to the highest of undreamed goals! I think you have done very well and yes you are good looking and there is still a long way to go!
yours,
H A M E D
you're awesome. my dad is totally super square too. i so know where you came from. :)
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