Whenever I walk through the marketplace, I’m always afraid that people are judging me for whatever–my moustache, my prominent nose, my slightly lazy left eye. It may just be insecurity, but I actually am afraid that someone will just out of the shadows, with a knife, and attempt to gouge my eye out, shave my moustache (I have a disfiguring mole on my upper lip–so the moustache is another product of insecurity), or slice off my nose.
