Ingenious way of incorporating my crutches into the costume, huh? That night, Nick came along with my Dad as I trick-or-treated the neighborhood. The result? We got unmercifully egged in a drive-by on Liberty Street. Nick found the yolk inside the pocket of his new jacket.
Pirates often spurned swords for well-endowed vibrators. That's me as Oscar the Grouch in the corner.
Check out the killer cape my grandma made for me. That thing's still in mint condition in the back of my closet.
You're guaranteed to see this haunting visage in your nightmares tonight.
Hey everyone! It's the world's saddest rodeo clown!
Ah, the greatest photo Walker Evans never took.
Watch out for the chubby, mullet-clad teenage Terminator!
2 comments:
dude, I love the picture of you as Oscar the Grouch in the corner. And I'm surprised I never saw that cape make an appearance when I knew you in college. Thanks for the collage, dude, that was totally sweet.
absolute riot, boys!!
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