New England weather. My Beard. Two things that are likely to change in a moment’s notice. I have the reputation that my ability to grow facial hair is almost Rapunzelian. Sometimes it’s the ‘winter beard’ sometimes it’s the ‘summer beard’ sometimes it’s the purposeful beard (read: winter warmth), sometimes it’s laziness beard (read: ugh! I have to shave again!!!).
Whatever the season, my beard ebbs and flows like the tide. At this moment I am well on my way to the fabled 5″ long beard, which in the beard world is considered a “big” beard…yet there’s always a chance I could shave it off tomorrow (remember that New England weather thing).
Shortly after we met, Jess asked our mutual friend Ethan for a little background info on me… “hes a good guy, he can grow a wicked beard”. I guess you can say my beard precedes me?
I’m Beard. -Ned