Or at least, I was the Devil, back around 1983 at the age of 10.
Yes, that’s your truly again, this time ready to trick-or-treat my neighborhood disguised as Mr. Mephistopheles himself.
I don’t remember much about this costume other than I’m pretty sure the mask and rubber hands came from a garage sale. Over those red tights it would appear I’m wearing my red soccer shorts. And while many people mistakenly believe that the Devil wears Prada, in reality, he wears a red long-sleeved Izod under a homemade cape.
He also rocks a pretty sweet BMX bike, if I do say so myself.