Fu Manchu!

It was itching and kept getting stuck in my t-shirts when I got dressed or undressed. When I was in bed at put my head on the pillow, it felt like my chin was lifted up by hundreds of small whiskers.
Finally this morning it was time before heading towards work. The razor had its problems, even that I changed the blade for a new one -Gilette Mach 3 or not- the 7 day beard did put up an eminent battle and the evidence was left behind in the bathroom sink.
Thousands of small black and grey studs was left, glued to the sides of the sink, like small fish cought out at the bottum of a dried out lake.
And the first stage of my own private Fu Manchu?

Like Wilhelm Tell; yes the man in Switzerland with an Apple on his head, but here also with a Fireball in his mouth.