Before my beard came to fruition, it was divided. Two hemispheres of hair, two mounds of pure love. It was a few years before the power of the beard struck me. Fortunately, I have seen the light. The men in my family are great beard growers. Not that we have competed in any competitions, but I would say we can grow ‘em long and strong.

The facial hair in the picture below garnered this response on the streets of Brooklyn from a man walking with his family:

Angrily, “That is the worst facial hair I have ever seen in my entire life!”

I love my beard!

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