King Kong, GO HOME!

Ok, it's Halloween. It's time to play dress up...or find an alter ego that would be fun to live for one night or two. I found a platinum blonde wig. It's different than the big ol' afro I wigged out on last year. Good enough for a costume. Dropped by a friend's party. Met some friends of friends of friends. A guy with a furry chest comes strolling by and oozes out his machismo charm. That's when the lines of friendliness begin to wane. This is not a movie. I've literally stopped drinking on purpose. A punked out Lychee comes to save me with her plastic stethoscope. King Kong, I'm not your Barbie. I don't do well with grunts.