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I have entered the dark underworld of a mustache growing contest, having been drawn in by Nicky's (my wife's) brothers. This is a picture of how put together I looked without a mustache. If you look at the picture below, it would seem that the mustache itself has gotten to me. I am not saying that growing a mustache means you become a drunk, sleazy, stuck in the 80s, trying-to-be-young-but-not-being-successful-at-it type of person, but that is what it has done to me. I find that when I walk I have a different gait, one that I tried to use back in Jr. High...to look cool. I find that I have a renewed passion for wearing hi-top shoes with the laces undone. I have a need to wear bright coloured clothing, and I have been looking for acid-wash pants at Value Village (unsuccesfully).
The thing is that I also have many good friends who are growing mustaches, and have had mustaches for a long period of time, it doesn't seem to have this kind of impact on them.
I work at a church, and therefore, I am exposed to many different people...all of whom are my boss to some degree. I find the need to explain as often as possible that I am in a mustache growing contest - especially to those who are younger than me. The youth at church think it is horrible, they think that it makes me look like a greasy guy, they question my sanity - that I would even consider getting involved in such a contest calls for such a question in their mind. Then, when I am around the 40 plus crowd - you know the demographic that per capita has the largest percentage of upper lip hair growth - I am very uncomfortable. I am not trying to insult those people by growing a mustache, or by making fun of myself while doing it, but it certainly could be taken that way. Maybe they think I am being disrespectful, I hope that I am not, but I power on and soon I will be the champion of the mustache growing contest...then what will all the nay-sayers say...

Comments

Anonymous said…
I don't believe dressing up as Miami Vice should be allowed since it makes the stash appear all the better. Also, you must have the coolest brother-in-laws around.
Trevor said…
whatever Greg!
Anonymous said…
Wow! Trevor, right? that is a wild stache! How could you lose with a cookie duster like that? I have to agree with the other commentor, that your Wife's brothers must be very charming and inteligent not to mention charitable.
Trevor said…
thanks Andy
philter said…
you look rad bro.
Bri said…
Remember your greasy stash you had in Cambodia? THAT was a good one..
Trevor said…
I agree, but I wasn't sure if I could walk around looking like I just stepped off a porn movie for a whole 6 weeks.

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