McBride the Wolf Boy

Hope you’ve had a magical Halloween. It’s actually one of my favorite holidays, being the mask man I am. One of my favorite memories was when I was eight years old, dressing up like my childhood hero, Lon Chaney in The Wolfman, complete with an “over the head”, Don Post official wolfman mask, and gardener’s gloves that I had glued fur and fingernails onto. I would prowl the neighborhood in the pre- and post-Halloween season, gearing up my wolfman-ness (actually more like wolfboy-ness). Inside I was a ferocious wolf-dude, lurking in the shadows, often banging on my neighbors windows and striking frightening poses while they watched TV. To my dismay, no one seemed very alarmed when they turned from the tube and saw a pint-sized wolf-boy. I could almost hear them saying “Oh that McBride kid’s at it again; maybe we better start locking the gate.” Anyway, these early escapades very well might have been the early stirring of my career in mask magic that eventually led me to Las Vegas.

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