Image Changing Fail.

It's been a week and all I've accomplished is that I can fit in as a street person, maybe make a few bucks with a cardboard sign over at Wellington and Commissioner's. Perfect because I need a haircut too.

I don't think the professor or artist beardo image is going to work for me but I'll give it a few more days and we'll see. It looks like my facial hair is blotchy, varied in colour and uneven in growth; very much like my old mustache I had when I was in my twenties. At least it's not a reddy brown colour this time. "Buddy, can you spare a couple looneys for a beer?"
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