Last night as I was creating my Cenobite costume for the Hellraiser-themed fundraiser for Jerry's Kids, a weird thing happened. My wife, Raven asked me if I preferred the studs through her nipples or the onyx scorpions that I gave her for Halloween. I chose the scorpions, and as I was assisting her in hooking them through, I noticed a large Mothman standing in the living room of our apartment. I realized I must have left the window open. Not really knowing what to say, we simply stood slack-jawed. The Mothman approached us. In its right hand it held a paper shopping bag. From this bag the Mothman took two obviously homemade Phil Spector masks...they were simply color prints of Spector's prison photo taped to a pair of buckets. The Mothman gestured for us to put the buckets/masks on our heads and we complied. The Mothman implied through a bizarre pantomime that we should both dance around the living room as if we were robots. Again we complied with the Mothman's wishes. As we danced about with our Phil Spector bucket heads on, the Mothman took from his paper bag a piece of cardboard with the word "guilty" written on it.
Round and round and round we did prance, as we did the Phil Spector dance. The Mothman pointed an accusatory finger at us as we did so...waving the "guilty" sign in the air. With Raven and I both getting into the whole groove of the Spector dance I quickly put our "Jerry Lewis Sings for Children" LP on the record player. The Mothman tossed his piece of cardboard to the floor, jumped on top of it and started performing head spins. That shit was off the hook! Soon our next door neighbors came in dressed like the cast of "Peter Pan" and we all had a wild, drug-fueled sex orgy.
It was a night to remember. Thank you Mothman...wherever you are
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