The Nooze had to regretfully part ways with former columnist Rusty Trombones. As part of settlement, we are contractually required to publish his unpublished drafts in their entirety. Here is one.
27 years ago my moustache was born.
It’s been mistaken for many things.
It’s my lucky charm.
It’s my signature.
It’s my epitaph.
It’s my crutch.
It’s the death of reinvention.
It’s the mask I hide behind.
