even though my feet hurt, it must be said that I love to go trick or treating, and that my neighborhood is the very finest trick or treat place I've ever seen, much less lived in. yeah I slapped a preposition on the end of the sentence, so what.
we walked through sidewalk haunted house displays, block parties, smoke machine made mists, you name it. it was grand. trick or treating at whole foods earlier in the day, that was nice and all, and the treats couldn't be beat, but that's nothing like going out and meeting your neighbors at their wackiest.
I'm really glad I live here.
and look:


Which Survivor of the Impending Nuclear Apocalypse Are You?
A Rum and Monkey joint.