Tonight and Other Drugs...

I received another 'that's the coolest beard I've ever seen' comment yesterday at a Chipotle, this time from a gentleman who was actually older than me (or at least looked it). Usually I get this from the 20-something crowd. I can understand if they have only seen 5 or 10 beards in their lives why mine might seem pretty mindblowing, but to someone who has walked the earth for several decades, surely my mane is at best comparable to the better ones, but not superior to them. Anyway, I've never really known what to do with my life, but it seems that this facial hair is giving me a sense of identity I never knew before. Perhaps a web site, 'Obey the Beard dot com', is in my future. The beard can give advice, point out movies or trends that are fashionable, recommend certain adult beverages for different occasions, maybe even sponsor events like foot races. My ruddy down is pregnant with possibility. As Richard Dreyfuss once said: 'this means something'.

This has been brought to you under the influence of Hopgasm, my gateway IPA which has essentially spoiled me for all others with an alcohol content of less than 8%.