I believe this is Halloween 1990 – Inglewood High School. I was a twisted kid from as far as I can remember. Dressed up as a walking dead monk, I clutched La Santa Biblia for a creepy effect. To my right, I have my best friend Art dressed up as the hockey masked killer himself (he’s actually really good looking behind that mask in an Antonio Sabato Jr cute kind of way). He took a bloody machete to school and the administrators thought nothing of it. To my left, I have what has to be THE very worst fuck drag I have ever encountered. The boy in a dress borrowed his girlfriend’s Inglewood High School cheer leading uniform and he didn’t even bother with lipstick. AMATEUR!!! The head band was a nice touch; it matched his green and white school colors, but the boyfriend was not a very convincing accessory. Everyone found those two absolutely HILARIOUS!!!
Look at me in this photo. I’m fuming. I wanted to be that cheerleader and pop my booty at a pep rally like a black girl doing the House Quake. The truth is, I wished I could dress up as a cheerleader and have it be celebrated as something funny and ironical. But nope. They wouldn’t think it was funny at all. They would think it was gay…in a bad way. It would confirm what they already suspected, even if I passed on the lipstick. I put that monk’s robe and guys whistled at me and threw catcalls my way because as far as they were concerned, I was fantasizing about wearing a dress. And they were absolutely correct.
Anyway, it’s Friday the 13th today. I’m not superstitious, but other people are, which means a lot of negative energy gets channeled and people attract bad luck. It’s easy to get enrolled into people’s bull, so it’s probably best to play it safe. I’m wearing black today.
I say, look both ways before you cross the street.
And lock up your black cats.
Happy Jason Day.