My 6-Year-Old Daughter Says I Can’t Rock The Retired Gangster Look. Beard Has To Go.

I looked in the mirror and saw Whitey Bulger staring back at me. I was about to embrace the new tough-guy look when my daughter showed up and told me the beard had to go. I rolled into my barber shop like a boss who had just been bossed. If it had been my old lady complaining about the beard, things would have went down much different.