One day, I got a call from Ben asking me to pick him up from a random corner in our town. When I picked him up, this is what he looked like.
He had crashed on his bike and was bleeding like crazy. He was bent over on the curb, using his hands to catch the blood. After many, many people passed by him without a thought, finally a kind Samaritan woman stopped to offer help, by offering a tissue. Then a cop came and gave him yet another tissue and some hand wipes. Then I came and took him to the urgent care place. He got 14 stitches!
As luck would have it, Ben's wound was right in the chin area, which gave him a really good excuse to grow a beard. At first, it looked quite attractive.
Then it got a little out of hand.
These are the pictures Ben took of himself in the shaving-off process.
And when it was all said and done, and the stitches were out, he looked kind of like a baby. But then we all got used to it again, and now he just looks like good old Ben again.
[Ben, feel free to edit this post if you don't like my narration]
