Way back in February 1982, a friend of mine ran an Anti-Valentine's Day costume party. He wanted people to dress as famous dead people (real and fictional), murderers, etc. People came as Edgar Allan Poe, Norma Desmond, Bonnie & Clyde, Lizzie Borden...you get the idea. Oh, and the host dressed as Jayne Mansfield.
A friend and I went as Charles Manson and Squeaky Fromme.
It was so convincing, that when I drove to pick up another friend, he thought I was a customer of his weed-dealing younger brother and shut the door in my face!
Once we arrived at the party, the three of us "decorated" our host's refrigerator with theatrical blood.
We certainly were a bunch of sick bastards way back when...
Anyway, here are two photos. I'm finished hijacking this thread, and will now return you to your regularly-scheduled political announcements.
Signor V. (AKA "Charlie")
"For me, there's only my wife..."
"Sure I cook with wine - sometimes I even add it to the food!"
"When life itself seems lunatic, who knows where madness lies?"
"It was a grass harp... And we listened."
"Do any human beings ever realize life while they live it? Every, every minute?"
