Looking over your catalog good sir
I have decided.
You have a beard to split the oceans and can translate its visceral strength to the page both effortlessly and poignantly.
Had I a womb to bear children, (Bear Children...hmm, wanna make a punk band?) I would squirt out yours, and they would be beardy.
Continue being beardilicious, fight for the right to remain unshaven (these would make some great song titles for that punk band...) and stay golden...pony boy?
