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My novel White Belts is now out in bookstores. What’s next?

I grew a depression beard, but not a good one. It wasn’t thick and full like a lumberjack or a construction worker. Not hip and chic like some guy trying to sell overpriced liquor in a restaurant booth surrounded by beautiful women on television. I definitely didn’t look cool or “beat.” My face looked like I had bald spots. When I looked in the mirror, it only made me more depressed. I guess that was the point. But it wasn’t. I wanted to look like Ernest Hemingway. He had a great beard. I wanted to look like I poured my heart and soul into those pages and have finally risen from my enclosed existence of my own imagination. The final outcome wasn’t what I was expecting. Friends said I looked stupid and told me to shave. The day before Halloween I did, but left my moustache. I was telling everyone it was my “porn-stache.” Friends found it funny while others told me to shave it off immediately.

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