And I have cut him down in his prime.

I cut my beard off yesterday.

It was a terrible mistake.

I now remember all the reasons I had originally grown a beard. I was tired of being picked on. I was tired of looking like a 7 year old. I hated my chin. The list goes on. But it had to happen at some point, and the more I put it off the harder it would be. I made it two days shy of two years before lopping it off. I regret it, but my hope is that I will be able to grow an even more magnificent beard, especially with No-Shave-November comign up.

My chin is unbelievably sensitive right now. It spent two years being covered in hair and not being touched. all of a sudden its being bombarded with all different kinds of textures and temperatures. It's an odd sensation.

The good thing is that I learned I can grow quite an acceptable beard.

At it's longest it was a bit over a foot long, which is quite longer than most men my age could or would grow a beard. I am excited about my next beard and am hoping I will be able to keep it for several years, and begin competing.

Any way, to a dear friend, I miss you.