This weekend I sported a pretty bad ass mustache (in my opinion). People look at you very differently when you have a mustache, sort of like you have a great background story. Unfortunately, I was beginning to sense that that background story involved working in a 7/11 in the 70’s.
You can’t please everyone though, and some miss the old stache. Not really sure how to feel about it. My face feels empty, and boring. I’m missing something. For halloween I wore my Giants hat and a 3/4 sleeve baseball T. Realized after that I should’ve kept the mustache and been Barry Zito.