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Halloween Lost.
October 31st.
Trick or Treat.
Would it be ghosts goblins and candy or clouds lightning and havoc.
Mother nature came a knocking with a big stick and and a frowny face.
It was a weather trick.
50 mile an hour gusts. Rain coming down like the stock market waiting on a sour housing report.
The calendar said it was Halloween last night, but it felt like Armageddon.
Wicked winds blew over trees. Rain lashed the windows of my car. I watched leaves and debris falling into my head lights like a scene from the Wizard of OZ.
The only thing missing was a witch on a bicycle.
They predicted stormy weather and they were right.
You could hear little kids whining all over the South East, their little faces pressed against the window, watching for any sign of hope.
My neighborhood association sent out an email blast telling everyone to stay home.
Trick or Treat Friday night, the message said.
As I write this, I look at my disheveled Halloween dreams. An eye patch and a green, yellow, and red rasta wig laying on the counter.
Not sure how a Rastafarian with an eye patch work together, but it was my plan.
Perhaps a pirate singing Bob Marley songs?
So tonight is the night.
Halloween 2.0
Trick or Treat, it’s November 1st.
That’s OK.
The candy is on the counter and the rasta wig is waiting for its eye patch ensemble.
Bring on the Captain’s Punch and the constant knock at the door and little kids who don’t know how to say Trick or Treat or Thank You.
I look forward to the parents lit on scotch in red solo cups.
Give me a hard bodied woman in a cat costume and I’ll show you a pirate who will be walking the plank.
I don’t even know what that means.
Happy November 1st everyone.
Hey do they still do Trick or Treat for UNICEF? Or was that the first incarnation of the African Lottery scam?
Makes you wonder.
Trick or Treat.
Life’s Crazy™