Wednesday, June 27, 2012

Not shitting you here,

the little set of kids from across the street were over the other night checking in on Rafe (they brought him some cigarettes, which was sweet of them) and five year old Ari (sp? a girl, anyway) looks at your correspondent and says: "You look like Michael Jackson!"

Was it the little odd bits of tape on my fingers?  The flourescent pink sequin necktie?  What?

1 comment:

Leslie said...

Those are some mad MS Paint skills, indeed.