First of all, anyone who knows me, knows what a huge KISS fan I am. When I was in High School, I was known to twirl my tongue at various times, making girls blush and giggle. Since I grew up, I have restrained myself to only display "it" only when in full KISS regalia. I've always enjoyed passing out candy to the Trick or Treaters that darken my doorstep on Halloween. A few years ago, I got the notion to don the makeup and greet unsuspecting ghouls and goblins as Gene Simmons. Each year, I would add to the costume. First year, of course, a black wig. The next year, 8" platform boots. You get the idea.
Year after year, the crowd got bigger and not just children. The parents seemed to join in the fun of posing with Gene for a photo or to witness the display of lewd glossal theatrics. They laugh and cheer. They compliment the makeup and costume. They even give phone numbers on occasion. Even the children state that they remember me from last year.
I love to see the kids and their costumes. Little princess', complete with fancy hairdos. Spiderman, Batman, and of course, the popular vampires and ghosts.
The kids are generally scared of the demon until they actually see me and I crouch down to hand them candy. I ask them about their costume which they answer with open mouth nodding, never taking their stare from my face. It's as if they're thinking, "this demon is talking to me and it's not normal." I put the candy in their bag and tell them to be careful. They are usually holding a parents hand and continue to stare, behind them, as they are led away to the next stop on the quest for treats.
Happy Halloween, kiddies!
