See? I can spell like a dummy too if I want to... I just don't want to.
Yo, YO! Check it out, me on Hallowe'en at my mom's townhouse in... um, lets see... 2000. I'm not dressed up as anything in particular, but an emalgamation of things. The face paint comes from a comic book character, one of the Reavers, who were old skool enemies of the X-Men, who were all Australian cyborgs. If I remember right, this one was just a head and torso with robotic arms, and a tank-looking lower quarter. The horns and bone shirt suggest some type of demon. The boots, fishnets, cigar, and slit marks around the neck are just fun. As well, you'll notice a trickle of blood from the top of my skull, and if you look closely, flowing out of my mouth and drying on my chin too.
Had a good night that night. Went over to Catherines, scared the hell out of her, went over to Rob's scared the hell out of him, hung out with the two of 'em for a while.
I was in a not bad situation then, doing lots of theatre, kind of just bumming around a bit. I'm not sure if I was working at the stupid golf ball place then or not, but I'm pretty sure I wasn't. I don't think that started til late November at the earliest.
