FRANKENSTEIN MEETS THE RECESSION

This recession must be far worse than anyone in the media has led on- just this morning, I spotted the Frankenstein Monster's trademark sports jacket hanging abandoned at the Chicago/Damen bus stop.

Apparently, he's been laid off, left to roam the streets just trying to keep body and soul together

Once financial distress begins affecting classic monsters, who's next?

It's only a matter of time before carelessly shed gnome hats and tree-nymph leggings litter Chicago sidewalks, as fictional creatures left looking for work discard layers of clothing to cool off in the summer sun.

But without new jobs haunting oak trees and frolicking in sun-dappled fields, who's to say how things could go?

Hobgoblins begging for a dime to buy a pint of Jack... werewolves shooting up in the alley... tooth fairies turning tricks under the el stop just to get a couple of molars to hit that fix.

This recession affects us all, friends.