The walrus is dead

May my moustache rest in peace. 1978-2007.

Inevitably people might ask why?

Well, not to make too big a deal about it (editor: you thought it was a big enough deal to blog it!), but I guess it was more or less a symbolic act. A break with the past if you will. I’m really wanting to be a better person, to learn from past mistakes and hopefully build a happier life.

Not that my moustache was to blame, but it was easier than doing something really symbolic like cutting off my ear.

And that whole KFC thing was getting kinda old.

So, goodbye moustache, hello upper lip.

deadwalrus.jpg