What started out as a simple little act of entertainment to get people to buy tickets to see the carnival and the OTHER freaks at the show became an event all in itself. I simply put my werewolf mask on and stood alongside the road and howled out to people as they passed by, luring them into my lair of seasoned ground beef, crispy crunchy taco shells, fresh, emerald green crispy lettuce and golden cheese and when they did buy a taco I would take their money. Then I would hand a taco to them very slowly as I stood there staring into their eyes through the eyeholes of my werewolf mask.

I'd look into their eyes and my brain would be buzzing from the scent of the taco meat in the air, so zesty and so flavorful. The fur of my mask would be covered in globs of sour cream, splotches of sweet red salsa and chunks of tomato would hang from my lips as the customer took their taco from my furry hands. When they looked into the eyeholes of my werewolf mask it was like the festive colors of the taco and the bright colors of the carnival tents in the background converged and swirled into two tiny whirlwinds of condensed reality which saturated themselves into what would take the form of my pupils and they began to see the world through taco-splattered, werewolf lenses.

I would howl softly to them, "Arooooooooo," as they bit into the taco. It would crunch! The hard shell would make a crunching sound like thunder. Red salsa like the blood of dead, gorgeous gods and goddesses would drip from their lips as they'd fall to their knees and say, "It is so delicious. I'm afraid I cannot take another bite for fear that I will lose myself. My identity will become lost in the vaccuum of reality that I see in your eyes, Mr. Taco Werewolf."

"Then pass it along to your friend," I would say, as the next person in line would bite from the taco and the same thing would happen. They would swoon from looking into my eyes while biting into the taco. The shredded cheese would be like a hot, radiant scorching sun of sublime reckoning burning their mouths sweetly as the hot sauce rushed down their throats like a soothing river of spiritual blood-red lava.