(Super Sweet..) Mustache Update..

I'm pretty happy with where things are at right now.  I know I should be happy because half of the people I work with feel obligated to tell me it's filthy on a regular basis.  A Hula friend, Keoni, caught one of the female bartenders staring with a disgusted face and when he called her on it she said, "I can't help it; it's just getting creepier by the day."  So I've got that going for me, which is nice.

That was a couple of days ago.  Today I went in to pick up my meager paycheck and three of my managers were in the office: two of the guys I get along with well and one of the young ladies who is way too pretty so I always say stupid things around her because she's too pretty for me anyway so I might as well get a laugh out of her.  The two guys started laughing at my 'stache.  One of them said I had a long way to go to get something good going and that he wouldn't be happy until I pulled handlebars into it.  I responded: "Anyone can wear a bushy mustache and think they're cool.  It takes a real man to wear this puny thing with no regard."  Brought the house down.

And it's funny, because it's true.  It's a regular Christmas card photo..

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Also, 1977 called looking for its mustache and shitty sideburns.  I said I'd trade the package for two cartons of Winston's but I guess my price was too steep.  I'll just go on living my life.  Cheers.