They hammered me with questions and we athletes do as we always do in tight situations, we try to dodge them.
I have to admit; it wasn’t my finest hour.
People were drunk, including moi, and I dodged with a lie.
Not intentionally. But still.
They asked how long I’ve had my moustache and I said three years. Three magnificent years of facial hair caressing my over lip.
It's actually two.
October, 2006, in Hong Kong.
The first moments was frightening, couldn't look at myself in the mirror without being startled, I felt like a loony drunk German porn actor gone completely nuts.
And now I can’t picture myself without it.
Saturday, June 28, 2008
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