The Invisible Man

I’m so dang pale these days that I could lie on a white sand beach and disappear, but for the fact I’d be wearing long baggy swim trunks.  And a t-shirt.  Both to the great relief of other beach-goers.

But I guess I’d rather stand out at a beach resort with my phosphorescent glow than blend in with folks who look like a giant raisin wearing a Speedo.  We at the Hotel Melanoma are the few, the proud, the pale.

Until next time, I’ll leave you with a new rendition of Free’s “All Right Now”…

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=siMFORx8uO8

Whoa-oh-oh-oh-woha
There I stood on the beach
Whiteout from my head to my feet;

They said, "Hey, what is this?
Now maybe, baby,
Maybe he's in need of sun bliss."

I said, "Hey, what's your game?
Maybe we can see things the same.
"Now don't you wait, or hesitate.
Get shade before you raise the cancer rate."

All right now, baby, kid’s a-all white now.
All right now, baby, kid’s a-all white now.

(Let me tell you now)

I look ‘fer moles on my space,
Watchin' every groove ev’ry place;
C said, "Look, what's your game?
Are you tryin' to put me to shame?"

I said "Slow, don't go so fast, don't you think that drugs can last?"
C said, "Love, Lord above,
Now you're tryin' to trick me with drugs."

All right now, Black C, kid’s a-all white now.
All right now, Black C, kid’s a-all white now