I visited Swade and Paul cut my hair and trimmed my bushy moustache.
























Paul and moi, before makeover.

I don't think I will be mistaken for a terrorist now, although any checked luggage I have is always searched for some reason. Maybe I shouldn't have emailed the Governor and told her she was a "fucking racist bitch."























Afterward.

I am looking forward to my trip to Portland to see Mark, Rodger, Rick, and James.