This is me. Note the huge forehead. As my hair retreats further and further to the back of my head, more and more of the great blank canvas that is my forehead is revealed. It seems like an awful waste of space to me. There is plenty of room on this pale flesh billboard for a poem or a corporate logo or even a map of Charleston for tourists to consult when they come forehead to forehead with me seeking a good restaurant. In fact, maybe I'll go with the map idea, because I have a horrible sense of direction and my phone battery is usually dead, so all I would need to do to navigate my way home is find a bathroom mirror. But of course I'd have to remember the map in the mirror is reversed and work my way home backwards.

George Brewington