This is why I like night: they can’t see your face unless you want them to see your face. I don’t like people to see my face. See this–this cleft in my lip right here? Took a hammer to the mouth a few years ago. See any teeth, do you? No, because they ain’t there. Except the two that are all side-like. That’s why they call me Jack-O-Lantern Man. If you’ve seen my face lit up in an alley, you know why.