So why don’t you clean up your act? he thought. Shave and get a haircut. Fix up your clothes. You’ll get your rides that way. Because. A razor’s just one more thing to slow you down, and haircuts waste money you can spend on food, and where would you shave anyhow; you can’t sleep in the woods and come out looking like some kind of prince. Then why walk around like this, sleeping in the woods? And with that, his mind moved in a circle and he was back to the war.
