Army of One

Paul Stanley is a guitarist, song writer, and second vocalist of the band KISS. It took me about an hour and a half to do the makeup. My friend Katrin was kind enough to secure the wig later that night. This is the only part of my night I remember clearly.I found the right shirt at redlight, the sleeves were already torn off. The accoutrements were a fishnet shirt, spike collar and braces. Oh yea, the wig was all over the place. I now empathize with women who have difficulty looking good at the expense of comfort. Putting on nail polish was a new experience as well. Its not easy and I doubt I will attempt it again.

I'm a little upset at myself for various party foul infractions through the night. My sincere apologies for anything done unintentionally on my part. I woke up in my friends apartment, post 4 different party spots from: the U-dist, Cap Hill, Int'l Dist, and Fremont... insane. I woke up laying on a futon and my head was caught in between two laundry hampers. A girl in a sequin mini-dress was found laying next to me. My fishnet shirt was not ripped.


Some of us went out to have breakfast the following morning. Although not in makeup, the gear was in effect, and a hint of black eyeliner still brought reminiscence of The Crow. Old people were giving us the dirtiest glares and would not back down when we stared back. We got punked by old people.