For Six months.
OK, so the hair on my head needs a bit of a comb in the morning before it looks not like something in one of those adverts on the TV and I might do Santa next Christmas. However this might be my last chance to grow some.
I do brush my teeth and wash my hands because, as a smoker and alcoholic, my gob spends all of its time tasting like s*it and i may have become a bit OCD over the hand thing but you have to interface with the other people.
I'm surprised at the state of my arsehole.... not that I bent over and had a look at it in the mirror. Like I thought there was something going wrong when my crotch got painfull.
But then I had a scratch around it and discovered that some of the summer time sweat had glued the lint from my shreddies to the hairs on either side of my arse cheeks. Can you imagine..... anyway.
Once I had scraped that off, and eaten it, businness resumed to normal.
I walk barefoot now and am very much aware about other people who wear shoes.
They stink. I used to have feet that stank like that, now I have artistically ingrained dirt.
I realise I might smell myself but in fact I don't unless I wear the same clothes for at least four weeks and even then it's not as bad.
DNA