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When we were in our early-mid 20's (and wasted most of the time) there was this couple we all hung out with who liked to do some pretty wacky street theater on the weekends...most of it out on Lincoln Ave. in Chicago. It was 68-69 which was a lively time in that neighborhood.
Anyway, one time 6 or 8 of us were wandering aimlessly around and Gerry and Ginny drifted off somewhere. A few minutes later Gerry showed up...he had stuffed his shirt under the back of his t-shirt, was bent over, dragging one leg behind him with this big lump in his back like Quasimodo. All of a sudden Ginny (who reminded me a bit of a young Susan Sarandon in that movie "Joe") came running from across the street, screaming at him..."You fucking mutant!!! Get your ass off the street...you're fucking disgusting!!!!" All the while beating on him with her purse. Gerry fell down under the onslaught, started moaning, dragged himself back up and ran off down a side street.
It got a lot of attention, a bit of shock and awe. It was great. And it wasn't even halloween.
Last edited by Ike Bana; 11-03-2014 at 07:02 PM.
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