As he had every morning since he was thirteen, he looked into the mirror and said under his breath, “Well, ya better develop a personality, cause ya ain’t gonna get by on your looks”. The truth is, Earl Harmon was, in everyone else’s eyes, handsome to the point of beautiful. His vision was clouded by his mother’s cudgel of a mantra, every since he could remember. It didn’t matter that she was long dead, her voice still rang in his ear, when he stood in front of a mirror.
“I shoulda smothered your ugly face the day you were born”