Here's the story:
When I was about 11 years old, Famous Monsters of Filmland Magazine came out with a special issue called "Do-It-Yourself Monster Make-Up Handbook." I really wanted that magazine. I wanted to make myself look like a monster. My parents and I were on different sides of the whole monster movie fad that was raging during the 60s. They thought it would leave scars, if not creases, in my young impressionable mind (in hindsight, they were probably right but this is something I never would have told them).
Anyway, I thought to myself, "Fuck them. I don't need a stinking Handbook to show me how to look monstrous." So I snuck my dad's razor into my bedroom and carefully shaved my red stuffed teddy bear - a birthday gift which no longer fit in with my current interest in vampires, werewolves, mummies and large–brained space aliens. I covered my face with a thick layer of Elmer's Glue-All and pressed the red fuzzy teddy bear shavings into the wet goo.
When my parents called me to dinner that evening, in walked The Scarlet Werewolf.
