Costumes + our Pal "Head"

Tim and I were hanging out in 'Tosa, when all of the sudden it started pouring outside. We thought for a second, and then ran out to play in the puddles with this severed head Tim found in the basement. It belonged to a light-up choir boy we used to put outside as part of our Christmas decorations, and it somehow found it's way out of the basement and into our possession. So we put it in the gutter and let it flow down the street.

By the time I had grabbed my camera, the rain had stopped but had done it's damage - Tim and I were both soaking wet. Having no fear of water, Tim and I continued our exploits with our new friend.

Every time that it rains this hard, there is a massive water build-up on the corner or 83rd and Woodland, culminating in a grand puddle. It's amazing when childhood instinct's return and the only thing that comes to mind is to jump and splash like crazy.

Nothing could stop me now, my inner child had completely taken over. Neither Tim's screams nor Head's mind-control beams could deter me from pure jubilee.

Tim raised Head up to eye level, and assured it that even though it was severed, it still would be in control of a body. Tim didn't see the warning signs, and they now are inseparable.

I eliminated Head's maniacal laughter by bringing him back to a reality in which he is a severed head, no more, no less.

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