You guys ever wish you could grow a beard on your forehead? Me neither. But I fucking love this fuzzy mohair balaclava. I wish I could wear this mask in public, but I can’t. When you have a beard like mine, a bunch of long shirts, vintage military gear, and a distinct lack of social skills, the world at large pretty much assumes the worst about you. The most benign reactions usually involve someone thinking I’m homeless. But the worst was when the driver of the Megabus called the police and the state trooper pulled me off the bus. Then he asked for my ID and proceeded to ask me where I was going—ON A BUS THAT HAD THE DESTINATION DISPLAYED IN BRIGHT LED LIGHTS ON THE WINDSHIELD. So, that means no balaclavas for me.
