I studied Japanese as my foreign language in my Sophomore high school Freshman and Sophomore years, I loved it; I wanted the challenge, and I thought Spanish was too prosaic (I bve in Arizona, Spanish is pretty common), French in my opinion is too fruity. Japanese to me combines honor, history and rigor. I very much venerate Japan, the people, the language, the culture To that end, the Monday after Thanksgiving (2017), I began regrowing my moustache, and soon thereafter, decided to grow me a fu Manchu and style it ala Sam Elliott. My mother really liked him, and my appraisals of his acting chops are positive.
Near the end of next month (August 2018), I will be attending a brain injury associated group event. There I intend to butter up and style my moustache with beard butter (an amalgam of moustache oil and moustache wax). It's looking pretty good now, definite potential, but with another month and a half growth, it should look really good then.
Here's the part of the post where, ala Fresh Prince, everything gets flip-turned upside down. According to the Vapors' lyrics: No sex, no drugs, no wine, no women, No fun, no sin, no you, no wonder it's dark. That's been my life, heretofore (sequestered in school, hospital, home) , but I believe with my newfound facial hair and rediscovered chutzpah, ala John Lee Hooker & Carlos Santana,'Things Gonna Change' so I should just 'Chill Out.'