When I first spotted him, I was impressed with his resourcefulness. Obviously, he had found his toupee in the discarded costumes bin at the thrift store. I imagined him spotting a shrunken Wonder Woman wig lying among the ruins and as his heart skipped a beat, he grabbed it, tore the glittering headband off, and placed it atop his head. He might have asked a passing customer what they thought, and being polite, the customer maintained a straight face and told him he looked great. Thrilled, he marched to the counter and paid for his treasure, then waltzed out in the bright sun to show off his impressive new look. Of course he could also be a batty scientist who found a woolly mammoth pelt on one of his artic expeditions and decided to glue a tuft over his bald spot. I suppose I could spend hours speculating what this thing on his head could be, but it's probably best to let it remain a mystery. Medium: graphite on paper, digital paint.
Maybe his head outgrew it. Yeesh.
Posted by: Red | November 04, 2009 at 04:21 PM
Gosh 14, I feel so guilty.
It was my fault. You see, actually, we were in Chinatown, and after trying on some shark fin barrettes and not being quite satisfied, the gentleman tore open a box of "Black Fungus" (the large economy size) and placed it on his head, and well, I can't help but be polite, so I had to agree when he asked that yes, he did look 'fetching.'
I hope they don't kick me out of San Francisco because of it. I rather like it here.
Posted by: Vern | November 05, 2009 at 09:23 AM
Couldn't look more phony if it had a chin strap attached to it!!
Posted by: TBC | November 16, 2009 at 05:50 PM