Shaving

first off....boo.

second, i will tell you a story, it is a great story. About a young man and his beard.

He was 18, fresh out of high school and was heading down to the beach with a few of friends. All of the basic needs were covered, food, check, toothbrush, check, enough booze to kill a small village, check. swimsuit and 2 other pair of random shorts, check. The group got down to Ocean City, Maryland and the booze flowed like water. There were a few women, like cute blond steph :), there were fun times in the water, with cute blond steph...HOWEVER, there was no razor...not a single one. 7 guys and single one of them decided to bring a bic! As the week wore on, they all had their facial hair start to grow in...one being the the greatest of all. You see he had dark hair...and yet his beard was a golden red...

...So the legend was born. A beard, no...THE GOLDEN BEARD was born. The golden beard and the young man attached to THE GOLDEN BEARD knew all the power they had, they just had no clue on how to harness that power. Until a summer he spent working at a summer adventure camp. The young man decided to just let the beard grow. AND DID IT EVER. It was gold and it was long(-ish) and it itched, ALOT. But he wore it with pride. Then came another turning point, not as great as finding out about THE GOLDEN BEARD, but life changing now the less...

The young man realized he could manscape that beard into any design he would like. He could manipulate that fur on his face to make greatness. And he did. HE LOVED IT. He loved growing a big pushbroom mustache or a huge walrus stache. The handle bars or the hitler. He wore them all...and they all loved AWFUL...but he wore them with such pride...until today.

Today, he had about a months beard on his face. and he began to shave...he took all be a basic mustache. It was beautiful. It was darker gold then in his younger days, but still golden. The golden stache. And he sent a text message to his lovely lady friend...to see what she thought...and she called him and said they would not talk until the stache was removed. So..

...sorry golden stache...you will come and go, but I cant grow her once every two weeks and mold her the way i like...she is a one shot deal.

So here i sit, freshly and cleanly shaven...i feel so young and so not hairy and very very sad