Remember that one time you got embarrassed in high school?

I will tell you how my experience led me to create my invention. 

When I hit peak puberty, I grew hair like a teen wolf but without the athletic ability. 

One day, my friend told me at lunch, yo Ray, my parents won't be home after school tomorrow, and I invited my girlfriend and her friends over. So be ready!

You know what being ready means: you need to put on your fresh clothes, dabble a bit of extra cologne, and get a haircut.

So, after school, I ran to the barber shop, and my dismay, he was all booked up and couldn’t fit me in. That night, as I cleaned my shoes, laid out my best wear, and pulled out my Cool Waters, I thought, I at least need to shave.

To that point, I never really shaved without a haircut. Every three weeks, I would get a haircut and shave. Three weeks later, I would look like a caveman and go in for my monthly service. 

I stared into the mirror that night, analyzing the task before me. I started to shave, and I got to the sideburns. First, I shaved the left and then the right. But wait, the left looked longer, and I trimmed it again. Wait, now the right seems longer. Before I knew it, my sideburns were almost gone. 

Well, I thought they looked good.

So there we were after school, chilling, talking, gossiping with my friends and the girls, when one of my friends said, Ray, why are your sideburns jacked up? And everyone started laughing. 

I don’t have to tell you I was traumatized. After that, I had years of sideburn insecurities. I would google for tips and buy products that didn't work, and the worst was finding someone to help me when I was shaving.

I had to find a solution. After countless prototypes, I came up with my ride-or-die, amigo, homie, pal, buddy. You get the point. And I think it’s time to share my friend with the world, Mr. Burns.