You might want to gaze back at some of my earlier writings and comics when you get the chance since they all seem at least vaguely related. The following is an addendum to my previous post on romance, love, relationships, and butterflies gnawing at your internal organs. It is a true story and I am guessing a true not just for me, but for some of you too.
My face is becoming violently scruffy, I don’t think I’ve shaved once this week. Everyone I know is growing a beard or mustache to fight cancer, but I’m just not sure it is worth it. It’s too itchy and I rarely sport a beard anyway. I’m just going to encourage people donate money or be more apathetic about children getting cancer (http://www.mustachesvscancer.org/). I’m pushing for the former. I think a lot of people are growing beards and mustaches because it’s “in” right now and are using this cancer thing as a safety net in case people don’t like it. Facial hair is pretty popular among the gents these days and there is definitely a large population of women that seem to feel all sexy about it. I’ve only had shaggy hobo beards, anything else just seems like too much maintenance and effort. While a great many of my friends have fur on the face, it doesn’t always look great on everyone. I’m going to encourage those of you that look like child molesters, teenage dirtbags , Civil War reenactors or homeless to shave once this month comes to a close.