serial-killer glasses

Oh, my God, I think, glancing at his thick plastic serial-killer glasses. He’s an escaped convict. I know there’s a federal prison around here, Attica or something. Just my luck.

2007, Carolyn Mackler, chapter 9, in Guyaholic: A Story of Finding, Flirting, Forgetting … and the Boy Who Changes Everything, Cambridge, Mass.: Candlewick Press, →ISBN, pages 88–89

“Nate’s got no home, Nate’s got no cash,” Necro says. “Nate, you’re pathetic,” Lip Cheese says. And he and Necro start cracking up! Necro, with the throat-cackle he was using around the Weapons of Mankinders, with their fat-guy shorts and their thick-lens serial-killer glasses.

2012 October 9, Bill Peters, “NecronicA”, in Maverick Jetpants in the City of Quality, New York, N.Y.: Black Balloon Publishing, →ISBN, page 59

Since I’ve never met Gunther, I ask my brother for physical details. Patrick describes him as “interesting,” which means “ugly,” but he has unreasonably high standards. So what if Gunther’s eyes are dark brown, beady? I think they’re sparkling. He wears sexy serial-killer glasses, has a voice-over voice that would make a grandma’s panties moist.

2014, Patience Bloom, “If He Says He Doesn’t Reciprocate Your Feelings, Believe Him and Run”, in Romance Is My Day Job […], New York, N.Y.: Dutton, →ISBN, part I, page 96

Have been clearing out drawers in the desk and came across some ancient photographs of Dad in those round serial-killer glasses they all wore.

2015, Rebecca de Saintonge, “[1995] 25 May”, in One Yellow Door […], London: Darton, Longman and Todd, →ISBN, page 81

Lundy was the primary backup to both Tector and the starting power forward, a bruising human expressway girder in serial-killer glasses, Bellini.

2016, Josh Wilker, “Yips”, in Benchwarmer: A Sports-Obsessed Memoir of Fatherhood, New York, N.Y.: PublicAffairs, →ISBN, page 291