Last year (we go to a party in a loft in Brooklyn that overlooks the whole city. It's mostly fashion and theatre people, if you know what I mean. Very arty.) I took about 40 pieces of 1/2 black pipe insulation tubing and shoved them in around my waistline and the collar of a black sweatshirt. They stuck out in all directions.
I told everyone I was the microscopic view of a split end.
I stopped actually going door to door with the rest of the kids in my neighborhood when I was about 13. My friend, Dennis Anderson, convinced me we should go over to the West Side Rec (we were Valley Street boys.
) and see if we could meet some girls.
I got to slowdance with Janice Ford who breathed on my neck and gave me this little kiss on my right ear.
"Oh, yeah. " I said to myself, "to hell to Halloween."
I was kidding about the Dominatrix . That was a line from a "Just Shoot Me" episode.
and there will be no photos of either that or nekkidness. I don't want anyone to go blind.....
Although, now that I think about it I think there are some old fishnet stockings in the closet somewhere.....I'll need a black wig and a whip, oh wait, I have those already.......The thigh high boots will be a problem though, mostly getting in and out of the cabs......and shouldn't I have someone to dominate???? hmmmmm.