stuck_e

I have to say last night was a blast. Logan dressed up as a little skeleton and we took him to a few houses in Anna's neighborhood. He was the cutest kid on the block, I carried him up to the doors and said trick or treat for him, and I switched out so Chelle and Anna could both do a house as well, but it was such a blast, we only had one lady who, upon Anna saying she liked her decorations... when into the whole "we dont decorate for Halloween, these are Fall decorations".... fucking idiots, they are the same people I want to go to on Christmas and say, hey I love all or your pagan Yule decorations, cause that is what they are you fucking stupid cow. People like that old biddy are the ones who have taken the trick out of trick or treating, something I hope I will get to share with my son, it is one of the most fun nights of the year. Not one person was dressed up when coming to the door last night, and only one had "scary" sounds playing as you walk up the drive way. I will say that Anna does live in a good neighborhood up in Snellville, not one kid walked up with no costume on and everyone said trick or treat. I was always known in the town I grew up in as one of the best houses for candy, but if you didn't have a good costume, don't bother, I gave out katsup packets and one year canned yams to any kid not in costume, or a shitty one, and if they didn't bother to say trick or treat. Ones who didn't say thank you got sprayed in the eyes with Windex; well it was actually water with a little blue food coloring.

I remember growing up my whole town got into the sprit, everyone had parties and the houses were always an event, two of my earliest memories of going trick or treating was one year, one house, it was actually the undertakers house, had a coffin set up in the driveway, and a line of kids out to the street, he had the best candy... full size candy bars... BUT, you had to walk up to the coffin, open it and get the candy out yourself, his oldest son was dressed up as Dracula laying in it, he would just lay there and on random kids he would scare the shit out of them, the second house was having a party, I remember to this day walking up the stairs and knocking on the door, it swung open and there was this tower of a man dress full on as Gene Simmons from kiss, tongue sticking out fake blood dripping off his chin and from behind his back came the rod and a bottle, he took a swig and blew fire out the front door over our heads, I instantly screamed, jumped over the porch railing into a bush and pissed myself... I was maybe five years old; from that year on I have loved Halloween. I have not always had the cash to go all out, but I have always loved the sprit of it.

I can not wait until next year.