Or maybe there is no god. But it’s still a beautiful damn image.

Where men meets moustaches meets hair meets moustaches meets hair meets MOUSTAIR.

Cowboys and outlaws, right guys and southpaws, good dogs and all kinds of cats. Dirt roads and white lines and all kinds of stop signs, but I stand right here where I’m at… ’Cause I wear my own kind of hat.

(My Own Kind of Hat by Merle Haggard)

I want it all.