This is a picture of me and my new hair cut. It’s also a picture of my weird eye.
The problem isn’t my eye, itself. It’s the lid. There’s too much skin there, or something.
This was confirmed by my eye doctor. There is a test and when half of your vision is obscured by your lid, you qualify to get it fixed by your insurance. Mine is at 30%. So it has to get worse before I can get it fixed.
It’s not lazy or anything, seriously. In pictures like this, it looks like it is because I’m trying to compensate by opening my eye really wide.
I think this is what’s wrong with Forrest Whitaker, too. And look at him! He did alright, you know?
That’s not terrible company to be in, right?
You could do worse, no?
I mean, as far as I know, he’s not the guy most women dream about while they’re banging their husbands and boyfriends, but I’m sure there’s a percentage. It might be small, but when you play the odds, that’s what? Thousands? Hundreds, at least?
He’s rich, right? That covers the gold digger contingent. Those are usually hot, right?
“Hey wait, don’t you have a girlfriend?”
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Shut up. A guy can dream.