It’s true. As hard as I’ve tried, it just ain’t happenin’. Not that I can’t grow
any facial hair. It might take me a week, but when it grows in it comes in all patchy. Kind of like a cactus. Prickly and sparse. I try to rock a pseudo-goatee, but that never really works either. It’s all stubble and no glory. If I could grow some fabulous facial hair, I’d keep it simple. I wouldn’t go all appalachian grizzly man. I’d forego the beard and concentrate on the ‘stache. Something classy. Like a handlebar. Bushy, with a twist.