Beards have never been a thing I’ve considered fun. I actually hate facial hair (not as much as pubic hair though). With that said though, I was one of those kids who started shaving in 7th grade. It was awful. I was the only kid in my middle school who could grow a straight up mustache. By 9th grade, I had a full goatee. By 11th grade, the beard was there. I never grew it out though, even though I hate shaving more so than the hair on my face. Just something about placing a razor on your face and near your neck that doesn’t feel too good to me.
In June of 2006, I went to Las Vegas to cover the CineVegas Film Festival for Film Threat. For some reason, even though it was hot as Hell both here in Florida and in Vegas, I finally grew out the beard. It took about two weeks to grow out fully. While I was in Vegas, the producer of this movie called “5 Up 2 Down” kept calling me Osama. It was kind of funny to me.
When I got back, I shaved it off. It was hot and gross. Not a big hit with the ladies either, and I can’t say I didn’t understand. But as it got chilly a few months later, I let it flow again. Now, everytime it gets chilly, I let it grow out for a few weeks. This past weekend, it finally got to a somewhat respectable temperature here in Florida. I think at one point last night, the thermostat in my car even said it was 58 degrees outside. Glorious!
So the beard is back. But it’ll be gone soon. Here is what my imagination pretends I look like:
It’s cold outside when you’re lonely (11/2007)