Paint Chips and Radon
When I think back on my earlier years, one of the things that most amazes me is how much fun could be had over silly, simple things, without even the benefit of recreational drug use. When I was thirteen, for instance, my friends and I had gone to stay at a beach house in East Matunuck for a week of surfing and cook-outs and generalized summer merriment. And on more than one evening that week, we found ourselves doubled over in suffocating hysterics over a stupid little game of our own devising. How it started, none of us can remember. But I can say with empirical certainty that it was the dumbest thing in history.
The game was called "Face."
And all you had to do was take the name of a movie, book, character or actor, and replace one word with "face." Observe:
"Indiana Face"
"An Officer and a Face"
"Enter the Face"
"Pulp Face"
"Obi-Face Kenobi"
"Boba Face"
"Faceless in Seattle"
The more we did it, the more hilarious it seemed to be, and we'd end up struggling to breathe between fits of choking laughter. To this day, none of us knows why.
The game was called "Face."
And all you had to do was take the name of a movie, book, character or actor, and replace one word with "face." Observe:
"Indiana Face"
"An Officer and a Face"
"Enter the Face"
"Pulp Face"
"Obi-Face Kenobi"
"Boba Face"
"Faceless in Seattle"
The more we did it, the more hilarious it seemed to be, and we'd end up struggling to breathe between fits of choking laughter. To this day, none of us knows why.