My nephew and his mom (My sister) live in my back house.

My nephew and his mom (My sister) live in my back house.

He has started playing the “I dare you” game with me.

This is a big mistake…

He is a sophomore at the High School right down the street…Friday is a home football game, and we get HUNDREDS of people at our house/street on Halloween.

Two months ago, he said for 50 bucks, he’d stand out in front of our insanely busy street, dressed as a belly dancer…

But see, he thought he was gonna tie a scarf around his jeans. Quick 50 bucks.

O no no no.

Uncle Shark knows where to get belly dance crap in downtown LA.

Welcome to High School Hell.

So this happened….

So this happened….

My mother is unwell mentally.

I have very turbulent memories of growing up.

Some of my GOOD thoughts includes her teaching me to make art/carve, fix broken plumbing, wood working, cook, and even sew.

These were happy moments.

There were not a lot of them.

These guys were on her pincushion…when i was a little shark I was transfixed by them…

After I left home, she got me one.

I never thought about it.

My association is a pleasant one with regard to this old piece of my sharkling hood.

My kid is helping with Halloween crap and some sewing was involved.

He saw the pincushion and was sorta weirded out…he laughed and said “Whoa! What the heck is THIS?! Hey that’s just…..wrong!”

He said it is racially insensitive…i agree…

….and THEN noted it was made in China….he had questions and confusion.

Humans are a trip.

We decided to liberate the dudes.

I have no idea what the are doing here.