day 18

We are nearing the end of this wondrous journey, my dear moustache and I.

In the next few days, I will reflect on how the experience has changed me forever. Until then...if we can agree that the cashier at the Whole Foods Body Shop on 25th and 7th has the most intense and dangerous beard in NYC, then this fella I saw on Court street has the most aggressive and captivating moustache. You can click on the pic to enlarge. I wish I could have gotten a better shot but he was angry about something and probably would have killed me. If you can't make it out, he has a big gruff facial hair unit sticking a good three inches out from his face. And in his moustache, there are these rubber band curler type things. He looked like a crazed ram or something. I felt like a novice jazz musician stumbling into a dive bar and coming upon Charlie Parker performing in his prime.

"You're why we do this," I said under my breath.

He just kept on chewing out one of the guys from the hardware store.