I like my new Mexican Wrestling Mask. It is green and has yellow flames. Behind it, I am the master of my own ring of fire. I use it when I make love. I am El Muerto Verde, or "The Green Death", or, more accurately, "The Green Dead". The mask was blessed by a Mexican Indian man during a Mexican Wrestling Mask blessing ceremony. When I wear the mask, I cannot see so well, on account of the red fishnet sewn across the eyeholes. But I can see inward, down to the depths of my struggling spirit as a true Mexican Wrestler, or more accurately, a Scottish Mexican Wrestler, or even more accurately, The Green Dead Scottish Mexican Wrestler. It makes my beard itch, but my discomfort is my solice.