I’ve decided to grow me one. Well, attempt to grow one in some kind of misguided hope that in the intermittent time since I last attempted I’ve gained the skill. The skill of the ‘tash. The artistry of the lip sweater. The craft of a lady tickler. A crumb catcher to rival Freddie Mercury.

That’s not really gonna happen but I can live in hope. HOPE. That’s a great word. An even better concept.