And now we enter the wiry and itchy stage of the beard growth. The stage I've never been able to get past. The time when my own whiskers are still too course and sharp at the ends, but they decide to loop back on my face to stab me. I will be strong this time!
In bed at Vegas trying to do some work. Had a great week at #pubcon hanging out with friends, speaking, exhibiting, playing poker, and drinking entirely too much alcohol. (Day 8 of whiskergrowth2000)
Okay, this is day 1 of beard growing. I've always wanted to grow a beard, but have never followed through. I've had a goatee, but it's not the same thing. I want a gnarly, full-grown beard. The kind that birds take refuge in and raise a family with.
I'm clean shaven, I'll look presentable enough at PubCon, and am ready to rock the facial hair for Winter. The hardest stage is the itchy stage. It's where the prickly hair starts to curve back onto your skin. That's the stage I can never get past. But damnit, I'm determined this time to do it.
My turn to man the front door. Hanging out on the porch with my laptop, drinking a frozen margarita from my neighbor, and giving kids shit about their costumes. The bigger and older the kid, the more shit I give them. But not too much shit, because I don't want egg on my doorstep ;)
