Woodstock is gone.
Carnaby St. is gone.
Bell-bottoms are gone.
Guess what isn’t?
Goddam right if your answer is the mustache. And that’s only 'cause a few souls from the born-in-the-50’s generation managed to see the "real" light. My friends, let my tell ya, it takes more than a good tablet and a few joints to embrace the hairy pursuit.
So this week's special post is dedicated to these long-haired smelly men who made it through the 80's withouth a bad razor trip.
ps: since we're in the nostalgia mood, here's an advice from the good old days.