"Ha, yeah." Stanley ducks his head, running a hand down over it. "You hang out with the guys I been runnin' with, you'd have one too." There are times - a lot of 'em, lately - where looking too clean cut makes people look at you funny. And chicks seem to like it ok, awful thing that it is, so where's the harm?

Stanley doesn't really want to explain any of that. Not the first part, anyway. He fidgets, shifting from foot to foot, pleased but still worried, too, not sure how to keep that good mood he and his brother have somehow got between them going. Bringing up business won't help, definitely. He saw too well how Stanford got when Stan got him talking about that. "So, uh. Whaddaya' do for fun around here?"