Winter has hit B-Town and it's hit it in a very un-nice way, not nice at all. Down right rotten you could say. Why? I'll tell you why.
The day before Halloween it was warm. Nice trick or treating weather. Seeing this, I got my McDonald's McBoo Treat Pails washed out so I could store my virtual pirates bounty of confectionary treats.
But then...
Halloween day was absolutely freezing. Windy and grey is what best describes the hours of 10am to 3pm. How would I describe the rest of the day? Rainy. What the hell? Why, god?! Why would you let your heavenly tears pour down on us during one the most blessed of holidays. Halloween?
Now, it's true that I don't like candy. In fact, I hate most candy. To be blunt, I only eat Three Musketeers and M&M's, sweets and me mix about as well as a oil and vomit, but there's just something so satisfying about going to a strangers house and demanding candy from them. And, failure to deliver a delicious treat would bear horrible and side-splitting tricks. Could you imagine someone taking the whole 'Trick or Treat' thing to literal?
Trick or Treat! What? No treat. Well then, good sir, I shall set your house on fire sir. Hahaha!
Some people really get in to the whole Halloween spirit, and some who you could consider the Halloween equivalent of Ebenezer Scrooge. Once, when I was around eight or nine years old, I went to a house with no lights on and repeatedly rang the bell, like a 3 Musketeers crazed monkey, and was yelled at by the occupants of the house.
"There's no candy here! Get out!" They yelled.
They sure did get a trick that night.
