Touring Soon

New York New York

I'm in New York and it's cold. I took the red eye flight on virgin america last night and got about 3 hours of sleep. It was a fine flight, aside form the panic attack I had. It was crazy. I woke up about an hour into the flight and felt off. It kept getting worse and I started sweating this cold, nasty sweat, but just on my neck and head. Then my heart started to beat fast, rapidly increasing. At first I thought I was going to literally die and had no idea why. I thought it had something to do with my sinuses being stuffed up form being sick and that it was putting so much pressure on my brain that I was having an aneurysm or something but then I realized I was going to be okay and started to breathe deeply and calmly in through my nose and out of y mouth and was able to calm myself down. At one point I almost peed my pants because I was too afraid to get up and walk to the front of the cabin because I was thought I would back out and fall and that would be really fucking awkward because it could have been a repeat of the comic con misadventure at dick's last resort that I will not write about because it is behind me now and I am embarrassed.

Aside from the panic attack, the flight as fine. I drank the water I brought with me in my klean kanteen and didn't eat or drink any of the airplane drinks or food(Not that that is any big deal. I just felt like giving klean kanteen a plug because they're a pretty awesome company I found out about from a fishing guide I had on the McCloud River in Northern California).

For Ryan

Me Grow Mustache - Week 4 - Final entry

Yep, that's all folks. No more mustache for mr.hustle. After four weeks, this is all I could muster. I hated pretty much every second of it. I caught myself doing this thing where I would dip my upper lip into my mouth and get whatever liquid was left from a beverage after sipping or as just a random act that was to acknowledge the fact that I had a weird growth on my upper lip every now and again and even now as I write this I find myself doing it once in a while even though there is no hair there. gross. but I find myself missing the mustache for some reason. I mean, it didn't really look good, but it was a part of me for a whole month. it's kind of like when amputees say their leg hurts even though it was cut off. not at all like that actually, but kind of a little bit maybe. either way, i no longer harbor hair on my upper lip and it feels fucking great. thank you to everyone who showed their support in one way or another. due to your kindness, I was able to raise $1071.21 for prostate cancer and testicular cancer research! I think that is pretty amazing as the majority of my friends who helped me out in this have entry level or second tier jobs that don't provide them with enough cash to be frivolous yet you found it in your hearts to help out. it meant and still means a lot. maybe some of you will join me next MOvember and together we can raise even more money and awareness.

oh yeah, I forgot to mention that we took our family christmas card picture on Thanksgiving while I still had the mustache, so everyone my mom sends it to, which is nearly 250 people, will see this:
my mom has been describing the mustache as a "worm on my upper lip" and she says that when the photo is shrunken down to 4x6, you can't see him. thanks mom.

Me Grow Mustache - Week 3

Yep, you guessed it, by this picture I think you can tell how fucking ready I am for this hair to be off of my face. More people are noticing it and commenting, which is kind of good because that means it IS visible, however, it also means complete strangers are noticing it and making assumptions about who I am and what I am about. Let's face it: Mustaches are kinda shady. Not the kind of shady where you cross the street when you see one headed your way but the kind of shady where you wouldn't leave your girlfriend at the bar next to one for fear of unwanted awkwardness. Please, scroll down to Week 1 and donate to my cause. I need it.

Have You Seen This Man?

Me Grow Mustache - Week 2

I will be the first to admit that my mustache fucking sucks. It is light, uneven, and not growing very fast. at all. however, I have the best friends and family in the world because they have been donating to my pathetic mustache. I have 12 days left and it looks like I haven't shaved in 3 days. I am waiting for my late bloomer facial hair growth spurt, but it ain't coming. I am debating about whether or not I should keep growing it until it reaches a size and shape that I envisioned when taking on this task. I will probably just shave it as soon as I possibly can though. We, as in myself and the other 15 teachers (all of whom have bigger, better mustaches at this point) will be taking a group photo of our accomplishments on December 1st at school. I can't wait for this shit to be over. If anything changes (i.e. sudden spurt of facial hair growth that renders me Selleck-esque), I will be posting immediately on this site, so check back hourly for updates.


The first picture I took was going to be the standard pose for my updates, however I received quite a bit of feedback saying I looked like I was fresh out of the pen (amongst other, more inappropriate responses), so I am trying new poses. Please let me know if you have any suggestions for further poses.