Doyne and I are coordinating our costumes. I'm a young child, complete with spinner hat and knee socks, while he shall be my pedophiliac tempt, beckoning me to him via candy taped to his genital region. Should be in the running for best costume duo.
This holiday used to conjure up feelings of joy only rivaled by Christmas. In fact, I think I actually preferred Halloween. I can remember being in first grade, and Halloween was once again on a Friday. I was sitting in Ms. Comer's classroom, literally about to shit myself thinking about the hours between 6:30 and 8:30 in which I would bounce around the neighborhood with David, Steve, and Dad, accumulating what I thought to be a just ridiculous amount of candy (later pictures reveal, that upon emptying of my satchel, the amount wasn't as large as I had remembered). Then I remember after it was finally time to come back in, I'd sort out my candy into chocolate and fruit piles, and then subdivide each type into a group of its own. I lived for that in first grade.
Also, when I think about past Halloweens I think about silly string. I also think about how I argued with a kid who swore that it was actually called "Silly Strink." I remember someone sprayed it on a street sign near my house, probably around that first grade Halloween. It was there for literally six years. I remember spraying it on my kitchen window and pissing my mom off really badly.
Tea is getting me in the spirit of Halloween. I'm not sure why. I wish I had a pumpkin. Someone smashed one outside the suite the other day, purpose or culprit unknown to me. I wish I could have gotten to them before they did the deed and told them that if they were just going to smash it they could just give it to me instead. I can hardly believe that they bought a pumpkin just to smash it on a walk where all of about 15 people will see it.
So yeah, ECU for Halloween. Should be a good time.
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