Whiskers, ho!

After some two years in exile, I thought I should look the part. That includes outrageous whiskers.


Basically, I stopped shaving just before heading to Brazil for Christmas, and didn't start out again for a couple months.

Here's the result: A great man-beard whose depths are mighty and ragged.

Aaand, a close up shot.


Trimmed it down to a more manageable stubble after a record two months, though. Itched like a motherfucker.