The tuft is back.
For those who don't know, the tuft is my rugged soul patch of destiny. I've cultivated it for one reason and one reason only: it is ridiculous. And while it looks like I have a small animal growing from my lower lip, I really don't care. I'm a rebellious jerk.
Nat complains that it is getting too big, but how big is too big? Has there ever been a soul patch that devoured its creator? Probably not. What if Howie Mandell was trying to play Deal or No Deal and his soul patch spontaneously combusted? That's the risk I face everyday. I'm going to see where this plays out. One day I'll shave it off, bit for now... probably not.
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I claim sole proprietorship of the soul patch name "tuft". It's mine and I hereby grant you permission to use it.
The tuft lives! Nurture it! Let it be fruitful and multiply! Then you will taste of the tufty fruit and know that it is good.
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