But there's something about growing a beard that encourages my thought processes in particularly deranged ways. I don't have the beard finalized at the moment, so I don't know what particular philosophical tangent I'll rush off to this time around. All I do know is that the beard is somewhat important at the moment. My gut reaction suggests this. Not exactly easy to analyze.
Facial hair is always a tricky thing to ponder.
I rate close to 200 movies. My Chauffer , that terrible 1980-something Rebecca De Mornay movie that I remember sitting through at the ripe age of fifteen. I remember a scene involving some rock star getting out of bed with several nude groupies and that's it. It was terrible. That much I do remember.