"I'm going to be the Incredible Hulk. You think this is enough paint?" The ginormous, muscle-bound body builder standing at my register laid six thumb-sized tubes of green Halloween face paint on the counter. His tight T-shirt testified to the fact that, yes, he was indeed qualified to play the part.
I've already told you I was a little crazy that Saturday before Halloween. I looked at the six tubes of paint, looked up at him, looked back at the paint. "Well, that depends. Are you just going to paint your face and neck - or your whole body?"
He met my stare, the gears in his head obviously turning. "Hang on a minute...I'll be right back."
found an old poem from baby felix
4 weeks ago