The Power of the Stache

I was all set to write a blog about my trip to Sedona , Arizona when I decided that it was time to shave my beard. I have grown a mountain man beard on this journey, but having the opportunity to visit home in Phoenix, Arizona, I decided it was the perfect time to get rid of the beard and go for the clean cut look.

Halfway through shaving, I had an epiphany.

What is stopping me from keeping an epic mustache? I asked myself.

Nothing. Nothing is stopping you, ya big stud.

I've never had a mustache before, primarily because I've always grown facial hair with the regularity of a ten-year-old Chinese girl. But as the beard shed away, it became increasingly clear that a majestic mustache was a distinct possibility.

Before I knew it, BAM.

A young Burt Reynolds.

As it turns out, the mustache is the ultimate facial accessory. Consider the various personalities I am able to embody thanks to my newly found mustache, or as I like to call it, "God's gift to the ladies."





There's the philosopher.













The troubled private investigator who sometimes feels the need to take the law into his own hands.











The seventies porn star who just woke up.

The sixties folk artist. Frankly, it's a shame this was never an album cover.






The lonely creepy guy with his own talk show on public access radio who sells discount mustache rides on ebay.












The guy who desperately tries to explain to Chris Hansen that he only showed up to the house for "a play date."






And of course, the chick magnet. Seriously, I'm now worried about my magnetic properties when it comes to the opposite sex. I'm not sure it's even legal to look this good.