Gentlemen,
The hair on my neck is like a wild prehistoric jungle. It is as if the mean gods had a crap shoot to see which would cause more havoc with the dense growth. Lynn puts it another way: he says I have tree trunks for a beard. That's the perfect description of the thick and unruly fuzz that graces my Hollywood face. For me, therefore, to get a perfect shave on the neck would probably take six or seven passes. That would fry my skin. So I do the best I can and let it go. That means three passes combining with the grain, across the grain and against the grain, coming in at different angles and using a lot of creative stretching. In the end, gentlemen, comfort takes precedent over perfect.