"Huh'?, she said ,like something was caught in her throat.
"Take Frankenstein, for example. I said . He's stitched together with stinking dead body parts, his creator rejects him, the villagers attack him and his bride hates him. You gotta feel sorry for the guy."
By now the spiky-haired babe had morphed into an old lady with skin the color of paste. Her blood colored lipstick was crooked. "Take King Kong , for example, I said. One day he's a god, the next he's chained up and treated like a freak. Then they shoot him down and gape at his bullet-riddled body. You gotta feel sorry for the guy.
Now take the Creature From the Black Lagoon, for example, I said. He's peacefully swimming along and there these scientists come and shoot him, try to make him breath air and finally kill him. You gotta feel sorry for the guy.
I looked over, a long skinny tear escaping down my cheek. The seat next to me was empty.