October 31st, 2003 at 7:31pm
I answered the door this evening. Two fat, bratty little snots yelling “Trick or treat!”
“Neither.” *slam*
Well, what do you want from me? A patient, reasoned explanation of the fact that we don’t live in America? A frank exposition of the bullshit marketing ploy the whole notion of “Halloween” is in the first place? I’ve been up since 4am working all day for chrissakes. I have the right to be Scrooge for 3 seconds every now and then. Trick or treat… what’s the world coming to? Bloody kids.
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