Heavy beardage
I think anyone who knows me or has spent more than five or six consecutive days around me — or, hell, has seen a photo of me — knows a favor a light touch of facial hair. Nothing crazy, and nothing styled; just good old fashioned apathy toward the mechanisms of hair removal. Casual stubble, one might call it.
The problem with this is that my beard comes in, well … the word’s not patchy, but it isn’t thick, either. Which is why I totally envy these dudes.
