Spring '09 facial hair strikes fear and awe into the minds of Williamsburg denizens. I'd also attribute some of the fear and awe to the fact that my bulk cannot be squeezed into comically skinny jeans.
The pizza dude at Vinny's reminisced about his own similar tonsorial forays and my waitress this morning at Egg looked at me and said "Fuck! You look just like my uncle did when he was younger."
An 18 year old film student in the pizza place worried I was a bouncer when we were talking about his fake id (given to him by George Roy Hill IV, grandson of the director of Butch Cassidy & the Sundance Kid, The Sting, Slapshot & The World According to Garp).
It won't be long before I've got Williamsburg on lockdown.
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