A pictoral docudrama in blue pen ink by Mike White,
on a small scrap of paper less than an inch square, 07~04.
I work with a guy named Mike who is one of the most entertaining storytellers I have ever met. Every day, there's a new incredible story; like The Wall-less Closet in the Haunted House Down on Virginia Avenue, The Ass-back Family, Strange Guys in My 'Hood and of course, The Noseface Lady.
The Noseface Lady, Mike elaborates, was this bizarre-looking woman he saw on Broadway on the way back to the shop one day. "Man, I'm telling you, she was all f*d up; like a tornado hit her face. I swear to God, she looked like her nose was up on her forehead, no sh*t! -This chick was MESSED UP, for real!!" And he goes on to describe her scrambled around features, imaging how she might have to blow her nose, or how it would suck to get stuck out in the rain without an umbrella, you know, if you're nose was way up there. Imagine if she had a runny nose, man, it would be all over. Aw, HELL no!! Damn!
No one else ever saw The Noseface Lady, but Mike swears that somewhere creepin' around Louisville is a woman with her nose hanging around just below her hairline in a bizarre competion with her eyebrows.
No sh*t.