Exhibit 1.5.20


Almost three years ago I let my facial hair grow for a couple weeks to see if it could, through some previously unseen alchemy, produce a beard. You can follow that experience along here. It was a simpler time, back when I was somehow better at both Photoshop and the decency that allowed me not to post photos of myself on the internet.

Short summary: No, no I could not grow a beard.

This year, with a couple of weeks between a moment of bored despair and the semester beginning, I decided to try again. Here's as good as it got.

The Aubrey Beardlessly

So not good. Better than before--it was prickly, at least--but still worse than guys I knew in middle school. That said, I could at least shave it into some nearly acceptable facial hair configurations.

The Walter Notquite

The Muske-tears

The Billy D-Minus Williams

The Ask for ID

Who am I kidding, none of those are acceptable. My apologies to everyone who had to look at me for the past two weeks. So pretty much just you, Taco Truck Lady.


40something said...

That's awesome! For what it's worth...Trent can't grow a beard either.

Elisa said...

Taco Truck Lady reads your blog?

A. Peterson said...

She better. God knows I read hers.