The past week has been busy. This time of year is my busy time. With lighting fires and all. Good fires though, not bad fires. And I get paid, real money for this shit I tell ya. The beard has had an interesting few days. I noticed two days ago that the beard has gained some length. Which is awesome, because My beard does not look that long. Two main reasons are the reason for this. One, because my beard hair is curlier that a hogs tail. Two, I have alot of neck beard.
So the beard has been starting fires, in the woods, and getting paid. This means, most of the wonderfully awesome food morsels that take refuge in the beard during lunch, which are typically warm leftovers, are now cold. Lots of sandwiches inhabit the beard this time of year. Bread crumbs maneuver their way into the crevices of the hair jungle, making themselves just visible to the most keen of beard gazers.
Anyone with a beard knows what I mean. We typically have shit in our beards after eating. It is a right of passage, to finally have a beard worthy enough of keeping food. Some folks will tell you, some folks won’t. The ones who will alert you to, what they perceive as a socially unacceptable manner fail, are the beard gazers. The beard has magical powers. These gazers become enthralled in the magic, some knowingly, some unwittingly.
I have so much to talk about. But I am yet not busy enough to conglomerate the information into a formidable form of proper grammar connotations. But, alas! I am off on Friday and Saturday for a few months. Go!
This was our warming fire during lunch. There’s only a thousand acres of fire around us, it was cold ish, not for me but for two others.
No Shave Never!