The Skinless Man

Welcome kiddies, your pal, CREEPS, has been ON THE ROAD AGAIN!  You might say, I'm being DRIVEN INSANE by pedestrians in the DIEWAY ha-ha!  Well, that is the topic of tonight's story of a semi driver and his LIFE IN THE FAST LANE Ha-Ha...
Back in the Winter of 1970, a semi driver drove up a highway towards northwestern-New York City late one night.  He listened to Bob Dylan sing: "Like A Rolling Stone" on the semi-radio, while smoking a cigarette.  He checked his watch on his wrist and saw a tall figure up, ahead in the middle of the road.  The semi driver slammed on his breaks, stopping on the side of the road.  
He looked and saw the figure appeared to be a man, all skinless, reddish-muscles entangled by veins.  It wore a white trench-coat and a white, knit-cap, with its skinless, bare feet, covered in veins.  The semi driver screamed, driving off, as The Skinless Man howled at him, deeply with its reddish-muscles pulsating.  
The semi driver made it to a bar, running in the falling-snow, into it.  He sat down up, at the counter.  "A beer please mack!" he asked the bartender.  "Oh, yes sir!" he replied.  The semi driver handed the bartender a ten dollar bill and was passed a glass of beer.  As he drank it down, he noticed the creature outside, scraping the side of his semi.  The semi driver screamed and ran out of the bar.  Peering into the creature's reddish, pulsating, veiny-face of no skin, he saw its white-gleaming teeth and eyes.  "I am The Skinless Man.  I roam the Earth during the night sir!" it spoke to him in a raspy-voice.  The semi driver screamed and drove off in his semi.  
Heh-Heh!  Now that's what you call GETTING UNDER YOUR SKIN kiddies.  Hopefully the semi driver kept in the right highway VEIN.  He probably had many FLESHBACKS about that creature ha-ha-ha!