Woke up and shaved my beard off. It's been a long time coming. Still
Trouble is: I don't recognise the person who was hiding under all the fungus. Not sure if I like the look of him much, either.
he? What's he got to do with me?Why does he keep looking at me like that?
I didn't quite catch his name, but I didn't realise how fond I'd become of that beardy-looking fellow. He was fun; I enjoyed hanging out with him, but I knew deep down inside that he was just passing through. And one morning I'd wake up and he'd be gone.
But this new guy...I dunno
...he looks a little bit too serious
for my liking; looks like he means business. There's something in his eyes that says he won't put up with any shit. Maybe that's a good thing, but, well...
I kinda liked that other fellow.