They say that he lurked near playgrounds and beaches. Always dressed in neon, the latest trendy clothes at the time. Always friendly. Ask any question, make any request, and the answer was always “totally.”
But it didn’t take long for the cracks to show. Greying roots showing through the dye. Skin cracked on the edges of the wrap-around sunglasses. A well-practiced boniness of the fingers.
Mr. Totally was a lot older than he said he was. And he had been at this game a long, long time. Your best option was to turn and run, straight to your mama.
Was Mr. Totally responsible for the spate in disappearances from 1984-1993? No one knows for sure. Only that the disappearances stopped when he, himself, vanished.
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