Hello Family and Friends, strangers and countrymen! Lend me your upper lips and I shall tell you a tale:

Once, there was nothing. No sky, no hair, no upper lips. Nothing at all to festoon. Nothing to call your own. No birds, no men. Nothing.

MUCH LATER

Late 2007 AD, 826 Boston was formed. Birth canal, C-section, pink and fuzzy, rain over the East River, Winston Churchill, vermicelli, crying like an Irishman for his whiskey. Oh yeah, and moustaches. Oh, how there were moustaches.

THE HIRSUTE PURSUIT

There's a movement out there. A pursuit, they call it. The hirsute pursuit. Not too many details are known, but I've heard it's about the children of Roxbury. And has something to do with facial hair. All I know is that I’ve offered my face up for a higher cause.

IT'S TRUE

I am growing a moustache for 826 Boston’s fourth annual Moustache-a-thon, a city wide competition in which men and women alike grow moustaches to raise money for 826 Boston’s free writing and tutoring programs. I tutor there on Wednesday afternoons, come say hello and learn about the importance of the work they do. “The effects of this program are far-reaching,” stated parent Leah Arteaga. “826 Boston gives opportunities to kids that otherwise might not be successful in their academic endeavors.”

I flaunt my moustache proudly in support of 826 Boston.

Please help me reach my fundraising goal by March 30th. Just click “Sponsor Me” to make a donation. I'll love you a little bit more if you do.