LIVING WITH LYCANTHROPY

 

Sometimes I swear I must be a werewolf. My underbite, when I chose not to allow my lower lip to hide it, resembles that of Lon Chaney Jr's in THE WOLF MAN (1941), and when I shave any part of my body, hair aggressively manifests overnight, and I spend the time until the next shave in a scratchy state that feels like the onset of lycanthropic transformation. Aaaaah-WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO...