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Brandon and I in Brooklyn, January 2007.
You fine, lucky, bearded bastards. I wish I were there.
It's weird how my look and Brandon's have converged this year: I started wearing glasses again and he grew a beard.It's clear to me, however, that your physical absence and spiritual presence is implied in the photo. The rabbit is an iconic placeholder. Gavin's seat, like Elijah's, is always open.
Beards are hard. For instance, I spent half the day today completely unaware of the cream cheese stuck in my beard. People should have the decency to let me know about stuff like that.
The real irony is that I just shaved my beard off on Thursday. I had been letting it grow in all grizzly too.
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