Starring right at me - a gentleman with a decent mustache by my standards. It is both unruly and well behaved. The hairs are manipulated to grow in a particular pattern, but no product is used. First attempt. As with most facial hair, the details give away the deviation from complete symmetry. How close can you get to another's face? How comfortable am I with individuals during close encounters?
East of 82nd, Gresham reminds me of Bridgeport; underrepresented, hardworking, socioeconomic minority is a fair description. At the DMV, I take an unanticipated test. Reminds me of life. Things go as expected, at times - even better. Instead of capriciously idling by, this is a good attempt to kick the cask of presumed blandness. Maybe even overturn it. Much like the gentleman with the mustache, I prefer to mostly accept that I live in the fantasy world, where I am free and able to make decisions with my mind.
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