TREVOR'S WRITING

Before the mustache contest came to a close my lovely wife and I decided we should take my mustache on the road and let it see the world before it met a decidedly sharp and painful end. So we hopped in a rental car and took it to St. Louis A picture of the 3 of us...Nicky, me and my mustache My mustache saw the sights And even met celebrities (that's Jar's of Clay mere metres away from my mustache!) That's David Crowder's back! (You probably don't even know who he is) Here is a picture of David Crowder on the big screen...we (my mustache and I) never got to see him for real from the front. Much of the trip was filled with frivolity, but... Some of it stunk. Sometimes people even made fun of me, and laughed and called me names But overall it was well worth it When it came down to judging the contest I wound up finishing second in the contest to the fellow sitting next to me, but I believe shaving your head bald (did you have to shave? or is it natural?) and growing h...

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 brigh t 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 churc...