Try, just try to deny the mustache.

I’m chiefly in the market lately for whatever will make me unconscious the fastest and most effectively. Hard, droning, drawn out work does the trick most days, followed by bourbon and axe swinging to build up the fire at home. I’m in the market for whatever will let me forget this time as it happens. These are no longer the formative years of carefree youth, travel and delinquency, these are the years of work, responsibility and maintaining stability. This is far from who I’m used to being. As a matter of fact this is far from who I used to be. I feel different, I almost feel wrong. I found what I need, but apparently I’m bad at being the man necessary to maintain it. To be far from love is to be far from light, and I find myself squinting. I need to grow up, I need to do better. I will do better, I just need to learn.