EE's Autobiography 6

I guess I must have stopped with the cowboy gear some time around ‘59. The Wild West scene was taking off in movie theatres all over the country, and I needed to make my mark as an intern with a more distinctive look than a checked shirt and matching stetson. So when I broke my razor plucking breakfast one morning, and went a whole week without a shave, that’s when it all started, that whole Evil Editor chic.

My fledgling muttonchops were unruly at first, like when Arooooologong lost most of