Not really, as I don’t hang out in bars.
This is actually my woeful countenance the day after the removal of a basal cell carcinoma from my schnoz. On the general cancer scale, it’s about the “best” version you can get–very easily treatable by simply digging it out.
Let this be a lesson to you immortal young people: use sunscreen and wear a wide-brimmed hat. Everything will eventually catch up to you.
Here is my quick iPhone selfie version…even better:
