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I answered the door to a Jehovah's Witness family (mother and daughter) while rubbing my right eye, which consequentially made my nose start bleeding.
There I stood: black tank top, black PJ pants with a tombstone on one hip and a cadaver all down the other leg, huge ankh necklace, Siouxsie hair, and a fast line of blood just beginning to fall off my chin.
The kid started crying, the mother shouted a prayer to the lord, and both backed off my porch hugging each other.
Thursday mornings rule.
There I stood: black tank top, black PJ pants with a tombstone on one hip and a cadaver all down the other leg, huge ankh necklace, Siouxsie hair, and a fast line of blood just beginning to fall off my chin.
The kid started crying, the mother shouted a prayer to the lord, and both backed off my porch hugging each other.
Thursday mornings rule.