Any yo-yo can grow a beard in the winter and pat himself on the back for it, like he actually accomplished something.
But it’s the bravery to grow a beard in the summer that separates the true men from the boys. You dare the humidity to do its worst and laugh in the face of 90-degree days, the earth so scorched sidewalks turn red (that’s a thing, right?).
And there you are, basking in your unshaven beauty, fully aware of your elite place in society. There is no greater pride than the full summer beard, yet so few know the feeling.
