I Pledge Allegiance to the Mustache

I drove out with Saul and Jackie to Wimberly last night to shoot a beard and mustache competition. It was less a competition than it was a friendly gathering of a bunch of goofballs who were all drinking beers and singing Bob Wills songs. There were three legitimate, unique mustaches and beards among the assembled facial-hair-warriors. Lighting was... well, it was a bar, and the Texan's flash hadn't been charged before I checked it out, so you can use your imagination.