The Murphication of a Purple Man

Let me enlighten you on the precariousness of the situation I’ve found myself in. There was an industrial accident at my job. It caused me to lose my right eye. On top of that, since I was blamed for the accident, I lost my job as well. It gets worse.

To make a few bucks, my friends and I started a band in which we would perform at different small events around town. Johnny played the guitar, Bobby played the drums, and I would switch between the trumpet, the saxophone, and the trombone. The other day, just as we were getting ready for a gig, a truck ran over my horns. I was able to save the trumpet, but the sax and the trombone were destroyed. It gets worse.

Part of our act is that we dye our hair a different color for each show. This time we chose purple. However, instead of just my hair, my skin was purple too. One good thing, a movie director saw us and asked us to be in his newest movie. He’d fly us to Hollywood. Sounds good? Not!

The flight led us into a storm. The pilot flew over the clouds. That’s when we saw it. A UFO descended from above. The creature inside looked at me and snarled. “What was that”, Johnny screamed.

I was down to one eye, and one horn. I was flying in an airplane, and I was purple.

“Looks like a purple people eater to me.”