FaceBush: the three weeks we decided to be men.: A Family Affair

Today's fast paced world has us often moving in so many directions we can occasionally forget where we come from and who we really are. In the following email Ryan Green, an original member of the moustache brotherhood, shares a feel good story of how the process of growing his own moustache has brought him in touch with a long and rich tradition of moustache that extends throughout different generations of men in his family.
While the story may cause even the roughest of men to shed a tear it remains as manly as three-ply toilet paper, much like the scene in Braveheart where a dying Mel Gibson yells out "Freeeeeddddooooooommmmm".

Enjoy.

From Ryan Green:

Nature vs Nurture

Diary of a boy becoming a man.

I would like to start off by saying this was no easy decision. It would be an understatement to say that I had to put a lot of thought and soul searching into turning my boyish good looks into the face of a grown ass man. Letting go of my teenage past and embracing manhood was hard.

Now however I realize the days of baldness and receding hairlines is around the corner.
So to all the boys: let’s celebrate our mid 20's by looking forward and embracing our manliness by growing some fierce facial fur!

I'll admit that at first I was a skeptic; but now I applaud you K. Thanks.

My journey to making this transition started by taking a look inside myself. I had to find the confidence to take on such a task. I had to look deep into the boy and find the man within.
At first I wasn’t sure where to start.
Then I realized that the answer was staring me in the face.
I turned to my family and realized that I have inherited a lineage of extreme manliness.
Its amazing how this challenge has opened my eyes to this, but in my family I am surrounded by men of the stache. In this, the first of three weekly segments, I will show you proof of the manly gene that runs in my blood. And although my 1 week old stache is weak and inferior, I am confident that the best is yet to come.

The first pic is of me and my biological father who was unfortunately taken too young; but his legacy and the fruit of his masculine loins still lives on through the incarnation of heightened testosterone that is his offspring. The second pic is of my step father Rick, a true man. He rocks the partial goatee, a goatee so accurate and intimidating that it would send Chuck Norris himself running in fear. This man is an inspiration to our cause and has set the blueprint for what it takes to be a man of the stache. Lastly is a pic of my awesome uncles. This pic shows that you can age gracefully by looking good, yet bad ass at the same time.

I call this nature vs nurture because I feel that when my dad passed on his superior genes to me, Rick slammed dunked the alley-oop pass so to speak by reinforcing good grooming.

Behold.

I now believe this challenge has unleashed the beast. A pandora’s box of moustache whoop ass if you will. And although right now my moustache is feeble and underachieving, you can’t argue with genetics...the proof is in the pudding. I believe...I believe.

Your boy, Green (AKA Top Shotta, God MC)