In keeping with yesterday's theme of vampires, I thought I'd share a strange recollection I had earlier. After I wrote my review of the new Vampire Weekend album, I thought about how inappropriate the band's name is. That's a big trend in music--having a really ironic name. Whatever.
Anyway, it got my thoughts wandering to other "inappropriate vampires" I've known over the course of my (very short) life.
My parents tried very hard to keep me and my sister out of daycare. But, things happen, and when I was in fourth grade we were both enrolled in an "after school" program at a church next to our elementary school. It was fine, for the most part. But some of the kids were really strange. One of them would run around, flapping his arms like bat. He used to tell me and my sister that he was "a Pepsi vampire." Whatever the hell that meant (I guess he sucked blood out of the necks of Pepsi cans).
Besides his blatant eccentricity, what made his claim so compelling where his two incisors--they were very narrow and pointy...almost like fangs. I'll never forget that crazy fucking kid. Never.