I asked my brother:
What did your kids do for halloween?
Did you pass out good candy at your house, or are you a pisser about all that sugar?(He mentioned earlier they are trying to cut back.)
Do they get to eat all the candy they collect?
Were they little monsters?
Have any pictures?He responded simply with this photograph and no text.
They're in their playroom, containers of toys all around. The eldest is a SWAT cop, the younger is a ninja. They have a modest amount of candy and the younger doesn't even care that his pile blends into his brother's. I love this so much.
Man, would they be amazed at Halloween on air bases. In some places the houses are close together, a lot of kids running around. It's a marathon house to house. We collected entire grocery bags filled with candy. Imagine that. Five kids, and five grocery bags filled heavily with candy. Momote Village was our greatest haul. Absolutely tremendous. Can you imagine five kids high on sugar for a whole month?
Brush your teeth. Brush your teeth. Brush your teeth. Brush your teeth. Brush your teeth. Brush your teeth. Brush your teeth. Brush your teeth. Brush your teeth. Brush your teeth. Brush your teeth. Brush your teeth. Brush your teeth. Brush your teeth. Five times a day for a whole month.
My costume at that age was a flat red flannel devil suit. After Halloween I threw away the mask and the costume became my favorite pajamas. I pretended the arrow point red devil tail was really a monkey tail. I slept in it every night until the tail fell off and the pants disappeared somehow. Just gone. I don't recall how. Looking back, I think my mum tore off the tail so she could throw them away, tired of me pretending to be a monkey. That must have been it or else I'd still have them. That was the best costume ever. I bet this kid keeps his costume and keeps right on being a ninja.
But Halloween is definitely not this.
Look if you like, but it's awful and not the least bit interesting.
Ugh. Wearisome, actually.
Lena Dunham. Poor thing, cannot think of Halloween without it being political Halloween. There can be no other type of halloween. Politics first, Halloween second. Be frightened, you pathetic little girl, stuck on being malevolently political. Nobody cares for your political joke. No imagination whatsoever. Obsessive fantasized role playing, yes, imagination, no. She squeezes the fun out of everything that she can and replaces fun with continuously drawing attention to her tits and her vag, her body. Goes like this:
Her body, her body, her body, This is what obsession looks like.
No thank you. And who invited this bint anyway?
I should be kind and congratulate her on her impressive weight loss. After all, she is showing us her body. Again. With special emphasis on her tits and her vag. Again. There can be nothing else. It's all that's there.
My favorite costume was a guy sitting at a bar drinking a beer wearing a torn outer shirt with little styrofoam birds with real feathers pinned all over it, shoulders, front, back, and sleeves, badly torn nearly to ribbons and with daubs of red paint and dripping all over. His hair disheveled. His eyeglasses broken. Just sitting there quietly drinking his beer. His homemade costume inspired by Alfred Hitchcock's movie, "The Birds." You had to realize that by looking. Now that was creative.