Mustache; The Essence of Man.

I yearn for a mustache. I want to grow a mustache unlike any other -- one that will make people stop and say, " that sir, is a damn fine 'stache." Unfortunately I am one of the ill-fated many who will never realize this dream.

You see, even at age twenty-one I grow facial hair equivalent to that of a prepubescent twelve year old. My friend Josh has had the uncanny capability to grow a full blown stache in sixth grade, my buddy Branson can whip out designer-esque lip fur on a moments notice, but I -- I take weeks for a shadow to appear.

My head is out of the clouds -- I know an award winning mustache will never come from my face -- and that's OK. But damn it i want some acknowledgment.

That is why right now, in writing I am putting my foot down -- I will not shave my upper lip until AT THE VERY LEAST a mustache of respectability appears.

Although this is the first post I am currently ending day 10 of my campaign to make this world a better place -- one mustache at a time.

Pictures will be posted soon. Pray for me, pray for the cause, but above all else pray for the stahce.