his much older sister, she wanted to enter her cute, baby brother in a halloween costume contest. She decided to dress me up as a vampire. Young as I was, and looking up to her as I did, I was excited. Thought it would be so cool.
So we got a ruffled shirt and black jacket from somewhere, and we had this cape from I-dunno-where. So she dressed me up in all of that, put some stuff on my face to make me look pale. She took a black make-up pencil and drew in a prominent widow's peak on my forehead.
Then . . . she greased my hair back. And guess what she used to do it. Hint: It was one of the two items that DR66 pulled out of his backpack. And it wasn't a panzerfaust.
It was a good costume. And I even won prize. And I was happy happy happy. Until I went to try to wash the stuff out of my hair.
IT. DOESN'T. WASH. OUT! |
