Ben Cooper and Collegeville Memories

Well, I guess it's only fitting that I do a quick and dirty post on the AWESOMENESS of a Ben Cooper / Collegeville Halloween. Anyone who grew up in the 60's and 70's will be able to relate to that suffocating feeling of wearing a thin vacuum formed mask pressed up against your face, while you tried to breathe through the tiny 'air hole' in the mouth. The only thing that hole was good for was trying to force your tongue through it without slicing it in half on the razor sharp edge. It was always good for a laugh-you're friends ALWAYS giggled, and you kept doing it until your tongue got stuck and your tongue looked like some bloody polyp or intestinal hernia...

We thought we were 'da'shit'! Homemade costumes were for losers and if you were rocking one of these bad boys you were the man. You had a bitchin' mask with a blank stare, that you could never see out of properly because the eye holes never lined up OR the mask slid on a weird angle as you ran down the street to the next house. Neighbors would look at you with unease, because A) you looked creepy as hell in that mask, B) you were 4 feet tall and looked creepy as hell in that mask C) they could never understand you when you spoke though the tiny mouth hole, you were 4 feet tall and you  looked CREEPY as hell in that mask! ... and you LOVED every second of it.

Bask in the glow of Halloweens from the 60's & 70's:

Just for the record, I'm one of those pathetic individuals that feels the need to search out and purchase shit from when he was a kid, as some sort of way to hang onto his childhood. Thirty years later I was able to track down the Pirate Mask that I'm wearing in this photo...

...and yes, I wear it.

In my underwear.