Along the sidewalk of Cleveland St. in Clearwater, Greg was squatted down on his haunches, having a smoke and talking on the cell phone. I liked his Salvador Dali-like mustache, and stood nearby, waiting for my opportunity. Once off the phone, I approached Greg, and told him that I liked the 'stache. He smiled and said that he liked the Dali look, and that the mustache and said that it “used to be up to here”, and held his hands up to the corner of his eyes. I asked why it is now so much smaller. He shrugged and said, “It comes and goes.”
