^here we go
Mustache March ended on a hell of a note for me.  I went to Colorado for spring break to hang with my friend and ski and I ended up breaking my femur and having to get rods and screws put in my leg. Superrr shitty.  It hurt so bad too, my seasons over, but I didn’t let that shit ruin my mustache march. I didn’t bring my razor with me to Colorado but as soon as I got out of the hospital and back to boise, it was ON.   Here are some pics of the last week.
first day trying to walk 4 or 5 days after surgery.
The carnage:
DAMN this sucks.
Here’s my first day back from the hospital
And now heres my different personas that I created while sitting around icing my leg and doing nothing all day.  Keep in mind it was hard cause I couldn’t move.
The drunk, angry author (hemingway perhaps):  
The detective:  
Adam Morrison:  
And finally, with some modification to the stache, SAMURAI WARRIOR
ladies and gentlemen of NS I give you the catfish: 
That’s my story.  My shits fucked and Im going back to the couch to shoot a needle in my abdomen, take pills and laxatives.  Wish me luck ns cause this sucks.  And farewell, moustache march!