for some reason i just had a little flashback to this kid in 7th grade who used to always wear a koolaid mustache in middle school. every day after lunch i would wonder should i tell him should i not? why won't his friends tell him? would he care if someone told him? would he want to do something about it if someone told him? or would he be driven by that sugary drink to ignore all else and live with the reputation of a koolaid mustache? i don't know whatever happened to that kid. all i know is that i wasn't able to pay attention in mr. nolan's social studies class all because of that stupid koolaid mustache. thanks to that mustache i got a C in his class. another mustache moment was when i saw one of my cousins the other day with a big old mustache. almost as wide as his face. here they say much nahi tay kuch nahi. that means if you don't have a mustache you don't have anything. go figure. those things just give me an uneasy feeling. mustache and beard combo makes sense. clean shaven if that may be your thing makes sense. see how good i am at foisting my own opinion on people? it's my blog so back up offa this piece. ok. focus. mustaches. why only do half the job? every time i see my cousin i threaten to slap that thing off his face. he laughs. he feels bad about it. we both get over it. i think in the back of mind i want to hurt his feelings bad enough for him to shave that thing off or grow a complimenting beard. isn't that awful? it's the truth. i have that mean streak in me. it probably feeds my nafs to be mean to others. gotta get that in check. among other things.