The Mustache Diaries - Day 4

In a futile and ill-advised attempt to gain the respect of firefighters and police officers everywhere, as well as to inject some much needed testosterone into my aura, I've decided to try to grow a mustache. I will chronicle the impending fallout. This is my story.

DAY 4

Comments: Today I turned 30. I think I've proven that with increased age does not come increased testosterone. Not sure if you can tell from the picture (I'll blame 'bad lighting') but there is more hair, nay, peachfuzz there. Maybe not so much on the top of the lip, but there's a nice little Matt Clement thing forming on the bottom. I've debated coloring in the top with black magic marker. Still not comfortable shaving the bottom part for fear of being brought up on charges of soliciting minors with blackberry brandy and mustache rides.