In my mid to late teens in particular, I made a point of styling my hair in a similar fashion to Elvis’ famous pompadour, but much to my great chagrin, I’ve never really been able to grow killer sideburns like he had. And the more I think about it, the more I wish I’d told certain people to stick it when they said I looked stupid, or like a “Gino”, when I first tried growing them at age 18. Because maybe – just maybe – they would’ve thickened up somewhat over the years if I’d left them alone, and it’s not abnormal for blokes with patchier beards (like myself) to have more facial hair coming out of the woodwork as they age.
And yes, viewers, I’m growing my beard out right now, and have been doing so for the past week and a bit. Not only am I doing it to see how grey much of it has become, and to see what grows and what doesn’t, but I’m planning to surprise my maternal grandparents with it when I visit them in November. But since my grandmother didn’t like it too much when my grandfather grew a beard many years ago, I don’t expect the response to be all praise, but I’ll see what happens nonetheless.
That slight digression aside, I often wonder how Elvis Presley, along with others who gave in to their vices and died young, would’ve turned out had they still been alive today. Hell, I’d find it ironic if Elvis were to end up losing much of that hair, for instance, but since my own hair has thinned in recent years, I can relate to that to a large degree.