This is my beard.
Not many people like it. There have been a few positive words, but most folks are detractors. My girlfriend doesn’t like it, nor does my mother. (At least it’s better than the last time I grew out facial hair, when people started a Facebook group that begged me to shave. I’m serious.) And it’s been called names. Mostly bad ones.
I think “fugly scruff” stung the worst.
I’ve been growing it to try to raise a little awareness – like sween – for cancer. But it’s not a “mo,” as they say, so I don’t have a page there.
And there are a lot of places that could also use your money.
Anyway, it’ll be gone on Saturday – maybe not before some indigestion – so it’s pretty much now or never to “pimp” my “social presences,” as they say.
I’ve always been a fan of the American Cancer Society, thanks to Mike Monteiro, so please help out.
Personally, I’m donating $10 for every day this thing has been on my face, but any amount you can give would be nice.