Costumes can't hide humiliation. This garment hangs like a noose cutting the wind from the pipes rendering the lungs useless. It's hard to escape and hide behind a large bush or fall through a convenient hole. The worse is we know we are making complete fools of ourselves and the regret we will feel later will not be worth the process--yet we continue. As if writing the ending to a horror film for second rate actors. Those out of work posing as waiters in real life.

There is something that will make a fool out of me every time. Actions I know will turn and haunt me from that moment on--but still I chase after it. Searching like the beggars ringing the door bell--only they have dressed for the occasion.