I work out of an office that I rent. My landlord knocked on my door just this morning and he started laughing. It was the first time he had seen my new mustache. I’m not sure why I bothered to shave my beard off and why I keep maintain my ‘stache, but I like it. The trouble of course is that it might be ironic. I can’t tell anymore. As a product of a public university, where I studied the humanities, my existential thoughts are so convoluted at times, I can’t tell which way is up. Is this a real mustache? Or is it a fake one? Am I making fun of mustaches? Or do I really like mine?