Good bye to a good friend

These past few weeks, Ive been focused on nothing but my next fight. Im in the gym day in and day out, pushing and trying to improve every aspect of my fighting vocation. With all this time put in, Ive let a friend of mine grow and grow and even though he has been a hindrance in certain things, he has been with me the whole time. Today was different. We went for a run and he was really beginning to irritate me. Even with his masculinity and potency, I knew it was time. I came home and did the hardest thing possible. I shaved. Good bye my mustache! It was like watching the ending of Old Yeller multiplied by 10. It was like shooting an old loyal friend who is infected with rabies and going to die.Alas, it was time. He brought me to this point in training and he may arise again(like jesus), but for now he is gone.

The keeper or food particles and fluids. The true meaning of virile. The potency of manhood. He was all these things, but he was also ugly, annoying and the opening of a lot of ridicule. So, he had to go.

Another journey of manhood will arise and I wait for it. Will it be a handlebar mustache? A full on Unabomber beard? At this point, I really dont know. Im too distraught and dealing with the loss to think about the next step. I will just go back to training on monday and push forward and use my training as a proper memorial for him. good night sweet mustache, good night.