Spiderman came to the birthday party that The Mayor attended this weekend.
I should clarify that and say more specifically that Skid Row Spiderman came to the birthday party.
He arrived wearing his faded mask and badly fraying costume. Behind him, he dragged a beaten up rolling suitcase.
No matter! Fifteen four-year-old jaws fell in awe...
Spderman is HERE!
He is among us!
All hail, Spiderman!!
The rough and tumble Spiderman began his kiddie show with the oldest magic tricks in the book and then moved on to toddler Karate lessons.
He told the worst jokes imaginable and promised to make balloon animals for the grand finale.
His repertoire struck me as odd.
I wondered about the man behind the mask.
His oddness didn't seem to matter to the kids.
The Mayor hung on Spiderman's every word and took him literally when he said that each child who mastered the karate moves would be guaranteed a position at Super Hero Training School.
[The Mayor is so earnest.]
Not all the kids took Spiderman as seriously as The Mayor.
Like a heckler from the back of the crowd, The Mayor's friend Zoe yelled out a direct request,
"SPIDERMAN, TAKE OFF YOUR SHIRT!"
Her father fell into a severe coughing fit.
After he recovered himself, he laughed and said,
"So now you know what kind of parties go on at our house."