Smash, we should
really hang out some time.
Last year I was an old school gangster, (note: not gangsta) and my girl friend (now fiancee) was my Italiano hoochi, it was a very fun night. Several parties, several bars, you know the like.
This year I think a am going to dress as this odd man that lives in my neighborhood. You can see this cat jogging at the most extreme times; in the dead of winter, in the wee hours o the mornin, in a torrential down poor.
He wears his beard scraggly, has short,dark curly hair, has a sharp nylon running suit trimmed with reflective...stuff, and is slight runs slightly hunched over. I am pretty sure he is the wolfman.
One night I saw him running home after a hard nights work with a dead lamb drapped across his shoulders.
Wolfman, ********