Sometimes the beard gets the better of a man. This Whiskerino my beard was at war with itself; much like my life. Its been a very difficult Whiskerino for me this year (as it has been for a few of you) and without this community, I'd likely seclude myself to a room, wearing some costumer, pretending everything was fine (...wait ...). To quote:
"4 months is far too short a time to live among such excellent and admirable Beardos. I don't know half of you half as well as I should like. And I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve."
Thank you all for the memories, the kinds words, the loving support, the sarcasm and zings; its been well worth it. I love you all.