Not Quite Evil
Over the past couple of weeks, I’ve grown out a goatee, as is my (sporadic) winter custom. The longest period of time I’ve ever kept a goatee was about a month, so I’ve never experienced a point in my life where the “evil stroking of the facial hair on the chin” ceases to be fun. I don’t know how long I’ll keep this one around, but if that happens, it’s gone.
I also feel a bit more metal with the goatee, which is especially useful to me lately.