My son put on a cap, a pair of sunglasses, hung a clock around his neck, and went trick-or-treating with his friends as Flavor Flav.
I can’t imagine anyone in Irvine is going to be able to figure that one out.
“One woman asked me, ‘Are you supposed to be Flavor Flav?'” he says.
“What was her ethnicity?” I ask him.
OK, I stand corrected.