The TRANSFORMATION

There comes a time in every man's life when he ventures into the realm of facial hair and presses the limits of how long he can go without shaving. Following in the tradition of "Oops I forgot to shave" October and "No-shave" November, I didn't shave my facial hair the entire two months. I must admit that I did shave my "Neard", neck beard for you lay people, but from October 1st until November 30th. I watched myself become more and more of a Grizzly Adams look alike. At one point I was told I looked like Keanu Reeves, not to my enjoyment. My mother told me I looked like a terrorist on several occasions; I blame that on the pixelated Skype video chat. I endured endearing insults like, "You becoming a preist" "You look like you are 40 years old" "Go wash that dirt off your face!", "You look like a Peace Corps Volunteer".

On the other hand I heard comments like, "It looks good on you", "I like you with a beard", "I didn't know you could grow that much hair, Congrats", and my favorite "It really brings out your eye color" Oooolala!!

So for 2 months I endured insults and compliments but I finally decided that I would shave because I was tired of not being able to see my beautiful chin and upper lip. NO, those weren't really the reasons. The real reason was that the month is over I wanted to shave. No harm done, I have a whole entire month until "Manuary" begins and the no shaving pact will ensue.

Below I have included pictures of the shaving process and the TRANSFORMATION from a 24 year old Peace Corps volunteer to a Keanu Reeves terrorist look-alike back to a clean-shaven 24 year old Peace Corps volunteer. It was fun while it lasted. While you are looking through these pictures please write a comment on which style of facial that suits me the best. That will be my goal for "Manuary."

October 2nd Market DAY!!

October 11th in Rome, Italy with my brother CollinHalloween October 31st (ish) with Vasko the Bulgarian Scotsman. I was a Facebook.
ThanksGiving DAY November 24th in Burgas at Kathleen James' house
November, 26th, Second Thanksgiving Celebration in Dragodanovo with Neysa!
November 30th (Shaving DAY), 40 year old Keanu Reeves Terrorist look-alike

Soooooo SAD!

Massive Goatee! Makes my long face even longer. The good-ole fashion Handle Bar mustache complete with "swagga".The Super Trooper mustache!
The hidden upper lip! Pedofile-esque. Not my fave.
Zee Hitler!
The clean-shaven 24 year old Peace Corps Volunteer.
Vote for which mustache you like the best and I will grow it for you all in "Manuary". I hope you enjoyed the TRANSFORMATION.

P.S. I will not grow "Zee Hitler" for "Manuary". I prefer to live.

The Book of Faces

This book of faces
has become a book of disgraces.
I've been a member since I could crawl,
Who just wrote on my wall?

I settle for an "update"
instead of a real date,
I see a picture of calamity
instead of her true personality.

Is she single?
Facebook says so,
How else would I know?
Maybe ask, maybe call,
I'll just stalk her wall.

I'll write that in my status.
My question to all of us:
Would life be the same,
if Facebook was only a game?

I wanna know because me, myself and she,
think it's a fake fallacy,
eventhough it's a true reality.

Thuuuuuumbs UP! "Like"

The Door

Knock, knock
Who is there?
The door!
The door who?
"It's me "The Door" come in!"

This ain't no kids joke,
no slight of imagination,
it is a true reality.
What, not your expectation?

Welcome, Welcome.
Please come in and sit by the fire.
I am just the door,
but I know the rest of the house,
it is full of unknown greatness,
seek it if you desire.

Do you plan to stay awhile?
"As long as I can"
Good, Good! Committment.
I see it in your heart,
A yearning for safety.
Broken down...dependent.

I am the door,
and yet so much more.
Enter
See
Decide
& BE!

Really?

Another addition to the:

SLAM POETRY SERIES

(Read aloud for the full effect!)

Hot! Too Hot!

It streams down my back.

In this room void of control,

this room filled with steam a mold,

a wet, watery grave.

What will it take for me to behave?...Obey!

The ups and downs and oops.

The incredibly harmful lack of thought,

Sorry, sad, my bad.

That isn't how i've been livin',

but how can I be forgiven?...Redeemed!

First thought of hiding,

but that is not worth my time.

Second thought of running,

seen everywhere I turn.

Stop here and cease the flow,

Are you watching me here below?...Submit!

Talk about it.

Scream about it.

Let it out.

Bring it to the light.

It will burn like a witch.

My track, can you switch?...Repent!

We can all live freely,

Really?...Yes Really!

The Will (Slam poetry)

(read out loud)

WILL...you lead me!
WILL...you freed me!
WILL...I need you!
WILL...I read you!

Free to live...I WILL!
Free to give...I WILL!
Free to share...I WILL!
Free to care...I WILL!

WILL!...I want to learn
WILL!...You make me yearn
WILL!...I want to fear
WILL!...You make me cheer

Listen to the chatter,
Don't let it matter,
spitter...spatter
WILL!...plans shatter...

Follow the endless crop,
Reaching for the top,
drip...drip...drop!
WILL!...can't stop...

It is the future or now?
A past present vow,
oh geez...oh wow!
WILL...please allow...

From you I hid
and from you I slid,
once...twice...bid!
WILL!...He did...