Like father like son

Ahh, the sacred beard. I don't know why I did not ever grow one in college. I have had it a month of so now, which is nothing really, compared to my Dad who has had one since 'Nam. Or it is a long time for those who can't grow one (i.e: Matt Barlow). Matt may have the killer tattoos, but I have the killer beard.

I guess I am still getting used to it. It is a different feeling going to sleep or washing my face. It just feels wierd, as do the zits that are sneaking up behind my furry mask. They are big and painfull. I think it is because of the hair verses the irritated pour factor. Either way, these painfull red sub-skinned puss bombs remind me of my akward teenage years living in Costa Rica. Speaking of Costa Rica, the word for zit in Spanish is "Espinilla" which is also used as "shin" (as the part of your leg). - jonny