The Time Has Come...

As the weather has turned warmer, my beard has become more and more unbearable. As such, I decided earlier this week that it was time to get rid of the beard and embrace the clean-shaven look. Since I have grown pretty connected to my beard, I decided to share the entire shaving process with each of you.... Without further ado, here are the pics... (Oh and for those of you awaiting the exciting conclusion of the roadtrip, well that shit will be finished this weekend after I am done mourning the end of my beard... let a man have his time to deal...)

In the beginning...there was a beard.. a lovely lovely beard...


















And then the beard became a really awful goatee with some mutton chops. This look could be useful if I wanted to be an extra on the Fox classic and recently concluded, That 70's Show... or if wanted to hang out with Aston Kutcher, that Valderama fellow, and Danny whatever his name is... I wonder if those guys ever go out rocking their looks from the show...something tells me they could go out in black face and still pull in the pussy... bastards...



















And then there is the fu manchu with flavor saver combo, which I think makes me look like the dude from Super Size Me or possibly like I should be on Deadwood like a true COCKSUCKER. I would rock this look if I wanted to try to make people feel uncomfortable while sitting next to me on the subway. I say try because this look would not have an effect on anyone living in New York City so I would probably have try this one in Tennessee or Kentucky. Then again, the inhabitants of those lovely places would probably adopt me as one of their own.


















But truly the only look that anyone ever wants to try to pull off is the good old fashioned mustache. A popular look for many of our fathers or that creepy uncle that may have just been a little to hands on for all of our liking. A look that in recent years has experienced a resurgence here in the Williamsburg area. Like my buddy, Diz, said, it takes courage to actually rock a mustache out in public. While I agree with this sentiment for most parts of the country, here in the Will, I think it just means that you are just another one of the flock trying desperately to look like an individual, but in the end looking just like the rest of morons out there. Anyway, here are a couple of photos of me with mustache. I have to say I look really really really really really, what is the word, CREEPY. I am giving you the dirty version and then, the version that my dad used to rock back in the 80's when he went to work, apparently on the set of some low budget porno.





































And finally, here is me all cleaned up... and ready to date your mom...


















The bus to hell is leaving now... I'll catch you losers later.