Solitude makes a fellow stupid. Now, I have never been very susceptible to peer pressure. More likely, it is good for me to have other people around to tell me how stupid my ideas are. For instance, I was alone at night about 3 or 4 weeks ago when I decided it would be fun to take a razor and shave my chest. Now, someone, had they been there, would have talked me out of that stunt. Doubtless.
Anyway, it has been some time, and it is still growing in. It itches all the time and the replacement hairs are hard and scratchy, quite unlike my normal, downy self. On top of that, my nipples are constantly and severely erect. For three weeks! This is probably why I could drink for 11 hours straight in Brooklyn and not take my clothes off in public. I was way too embarrassed and nipply. (Just in case you NYers were concerned that I had "grown up").