Halloween. Candy, children, candy-coated children, ghost, and ghouls alike. What a spectacular holiday. This year I wore a lovely powder blue jacket sporting little black birds who were eating my flesh. Yes Tippi Hedren, Hitchcock-blond and animal loving activist, they ate my face and left me torn and bruised. I love dressing up as old Hollywood for Halloween.
This year I ventured to a bar by the name of Fro's with T in da Hood and her husband, Mr. Hood, to enjoy the festivities and mirth. I, being from the big city, was scared of the small town doings and wasn't sure if I would make it out alive. It was scary. There were she-beasts,
convicts, zombies, and swampmen drinking poison and cackling through the evening. Luckily, there was some magical free pizza to keep me occupied as the goblins concocted a plan to eat me alive. As the evening progressed, I too realized that I was being mesmerized by the flashing lights and cocktails. Would I make it through the night? Woahahahaha cackle cackle.....
ewww. leftovers again. dardnit roseanne!
