a while back, i grew a mustache. i thought maybe, just maybe it would make me a better person. like Burt Reynolds. the power of the mustache, the responsibilities were not known to me. one look in the mirror, and i knew... money would no longer be an issue. ladies? no problem. i went out and bought a $1200 camera, on a whim. that was all my money, and like a child with a new toy i was distracted for a short while. guess it was worth it. as it turns out, i could not handle the power. now my money is gone, and the ladies did not dig it. so i sit here, with a razor burn and a thousand pictures of empty beer-bottles.