I have been trying to take a picture of myself everyday since the start of the winter beard grow off. I have done the winter beard before, and it is wonderful. I must agree with Jordan this is the first time that I have really wanted to trim up or shave, it's probably because I know that I am suppose to grow a beard and I like to go against the grain. (ha ha shaving pun) I will tell you a wonderful beard story. Once upon a time....time....time There was a young man by the name oh, I dunno.... lets call him Steve. Steve went was on his way to the east coast of Canada a few years back. During this time he had quite the beard about 3 months growth. It was wonderful and bushy. Why when he slept it was like a pillow, a pillow that would be flat on one side in the morning. He decided to travel through the United States for the first part of his trip he traveled through new york state, then Vermont, new Hampshire then Maine and finally into the mealtimes. Before the trip his friends and family were bothered by the facial sweater Steve had accumulated. they said all kinds of blasphemies towards the beard useless, no good, ugly, pointless, but Steve loved his beard anyway and thought "there must be a crucial point of having a beard?" So the young man started out on his journey traveling through the border past customs, where his mother said he would have a hard time getting through because he looked like a terrorist. but with no delay he kept moving on. Over a few days he was longing to find the one reason that all men should have a beard at on e time or another. He came to the small town of Lake Placid NY. He pulled into town, found parking near the heart of the wonderful city. Steve went out with his camera and trusty debit card laughing and frolicking through town. People were amazed by his beard they pointed and glanced at the marvelous sight, but then there faces turned sour they turned away with the question why must that man have such a sight, it has no use. Steve was saddened at heart and continued to walk through town. The sun was setting in the mountains casting wonderful images on the lake, the trees were all ablaze with colours for it was Autumn. The scene was set, the time had come to put the beard to the test. The young man went into a small pub on the bay. He found that it was quiet but perfect. He ordered a house ale and some supper. while he was sitting on the waterfront he sat back in his chair and took a large sip of his brew, to large of a sip he could feel it pouring out the sides of his full mouth, everything was in slow motion. He was waiting for the dreaded feeling of having a wet lap from the overflow.................but silence filled the room...no sounds of dripping, no feeling of uncomfortableness. He was bewildered where had all the beer gone? he scratched his head....and then he leaned over the table over his empty plate took both hands closed them tightly against his face and rang out his beard like a towel. He found what he was looking for the answer to all women's questions why must men grow beards. So there you have it Gentlemen the next time your skirt asks why Why WHY well now you have the answer. so you don't have to do more laundry than you need to hunnie. Steve still roams from here to there helping men with their issues, saving poor shaven faces all over the map. He continued to to travel east to the Heights of the coast of Cape Breton where he battled with the fierce Dragon called 7....but that my friends is an other story.
this story was loosely based on real events. no beards we harmed in this story, a rabbit was hit by a car though.