This Quiet Darkness

As I dragged the new razor blade over my face, I instantly recognized the signs of a dull edge. There’s at least one in every bulk pack of Mach 3 blades I buy from Costco1. I didn’t stop. Sheer bloody-mindedness and laziness. With predictable results.

I think of myself as not being too vain, but there’s something that just screams failure when you step out of the shower with blood running down your chin. Thirty-seven years old, and can’t even shave without making a total mess of it.

Therefore, I will be staying inside for the rest of the day, waiting for the damn thing to clot properly and wondering where my next psoriasis flare is going to be found. I’m not really sure that this ‘getting older’ thing is all it’s cracked up to be…


  1. Yes, yes, Gillette are evil…but Dollar Shave Club and Harry’s are simple bundlers of Dorco razors, which I’ve found to be absolutely terrible. ↩︎