Take a good look boys and girls.
At least for the near term, my beard days have come to a close. I've decided to make two important sacrifices this Lent: facial hair and sex. OK, so the sex part doesn't quite come so voluntarily. The only time I seem to get laid these days is at work.
I might as well make it mean something right?
In addition to pleasing the Almighty (He IS a Jealous G-d), shaving my beard has presented its own unexpected perk. I've had three close friends in the last week alone comment on how much weight I've lost! Odd, since in every case I've gained weight (in muscle mass) from the last time I saw them. Just by clipping my whiskers, I've shaved off 5 years and 20 pounds. Who knew.
Next step: manscaping. Maybe I do have a six pack after-all! It's just hiding beneath my prodigious belly fur.
While surrendering my facial hair hopefully pleases the Man Upstairs, I'm not so sure how my sacrifice makes artist Justin Russo feel. Russo recently completed this masterful portrait of me for his own series of drawings of boys (and men) with beards in the New York City area. I don't tend to give myself much praise but DAMN! Beautiful job Justin, a phenomenal memento to remember my hirsute youth.
A special thank you to photographer Gustavo Monroy for graciously providing the source material.