04 November 2005

a bit of clarification, for the sake of my dear mother

Fillmore Wesleyan Church in no way condones or supports the consumption of blood, human or otherwise, nocturnal feeding habits, or covens of immortal dark avengers fighting eternal struggles.

Nor should newly shaven scalp and the appearance of my red streaked face be taken as any more than the result of boredom meeting electric razors and, later, an overenthusiastically shaken glass-marker pen meant for Josh Hazelton's little Jetta's windows in a wedding-reunion-sorta deal.

These are perfectly explicable and as they are provide no reasoning for the ridiculous notion that I would be a vampire. Seriously. Pay no attention to such foolish notions. I am an ordinary mundane mortal just as yourselves...

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Dearest son--I just was wondering what the story was behind the reference to the vampire. Your little sister wanted to know the purpopse of the "red stuff all over your face" and was it really blood...must have ben a tough night at work?! Mom