Yes, it's that time of year again. When ghosts, ghouls and freaks roam the streets. No I'm not talking about the latest Maroon 5 concert. I'm speaking about Halloween! The time when its cold and we light pumpkins on fire. Since I'm the only one awake and had 10 cups of coffee and have no real responsiblilties to speak of, I will be giving you loverly people my take on this magically dark time.
Halloween has always been a surprising time of year. The time when the spiritual world and ours are at thier closest. Therefor we must frighten the spirits of the dead...and people who are afraid of orange away. The time when all the kids go out dressed as superheroes or whatever these kids dress up as these days knock on doors like Jehovah witnesses and the only way to get rid of them is by throwing candy into their bags.
This is also a time for punk teens (I use punk as a derrogtory term refferring to thier actions not of the music in general) to blow things up. I don't understand that aspect. Lighting off fireworks and explosions is about a 30 second thrill. I was young once. When Wilson was president. And let me tell you small explosions are no fun. Found that out when I was sitting by a gas station in Rockford, Maryland. Still banned from that state. People shouldn't have been filling up anyway.
So on this time go out with your kids, legitimate or otherwise, and celebrate this creepy holiday. Dressing up is fun. Don't see why we can't all year long. Just as long as people don't dress up as Maroon 5 or Bush. Those two things are scary enough as it is. And stay away from that stragly haired guy. He's up to no good. In conclusion, watch out for drugs and razorblades. As for me, I'm going to go into my room turn off the lights and eat a bag of Snickers bars weeping the fact that I'm so terribly alone. Party it up all you freaks. Stupid time-change.
Adieu.
My muscles need candy.
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