
I wasn’t, of course. It was just a combination of bad lighting and a five o’clock shadow. In fact, I haven’t worn a ‘stache since I posed for Brawny paper towels back in 1972.
But I had a bit of freedom this week, and figured…”what the hell!” I might as well grow a quick one. So here is the result after four days. I opted for a Frank Zappa meets Pancho Villa look…and threw in a Roberto Duran-type glare for good measure.
I don’t know if I should shave it off…or buy a Harley-Davidson.
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