Beard Club

I never grew a beard.

As a child, I looked up so much to my dad. Actually, I still do. He was rough, and as much as it itched, his facial hair was nothing short of glorious. Every night, brushing my teeth, I would wish for a beard like his.

No such luck.

Closing in on thirty, the best I’ve accomplished is a bit of stubble. Apparently I inherited my mom’s genes. Some of my metrosexual co-workers envy me for it. Personally, I just feel left out. My friends started a Beard Club, based on a deal we made as children. They’re having a blast, looking like their dads. I even heard their old men join in sometimes.


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This is important to me. In fact, it’s important enough that I’m blowing my savings on facial hair implants.

Yeah.


About Martin Hooijmans

Martin Hooijmans is a writer, a traveler and the founding editor of Story Shack. He has a profound love for storytelling and a mind overflowing with ideas. Currently, he’s based in Munich and working as a SEO and front-end developer.

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