Listening to Lips of an Angel by ???????
We named this guy Bruddah....
cross of Buddah for his big belly
and Brooklyn from the old cartoon Gargoyles.
You know, as the kids get older, Halloween really loses
any meaning and just becomes somewhat of a PITA holiday.
I wonder why I even bother turning my light on.
My contorted hazelnut by the front walk has battle scars
that will take years for the slow growing shrub to hide
from kids tripping and stumbling and staggering in poorly
fitted and downright hazardous costumes from which they
cannot see a darn thing, only blindly following their parents
voices saying, "Say thank you." "Stay on the walk."
"Watch out for your sister/brother."
Every kid over the age of 12 in the neighborhood thinks
I'm a troll because I refused to hand any treats out to older kids.
I guess thats from having two very big guys myself and seeing
them get their feelings hurt at the age of 11 because people
thought and said they were 14 and had no business trick or
treating. I've been jaded. So unless you're little and cute,
dont bother coming, you wont get anything. And speaking
of getting anything, I dont hand out candy.
No Snickers or DumDums or Smartees or Hot Tamales.
Definitely no gum.
I remember an incident as a kid when a friend returned to
school after trick or treating practically scalped. She fell asleep
in the car with her Wonder Woman mask on and gum in her
mouth. Enough said.
Pencils and small playdoh containers is what you get at my
I heard more kids say,
"Awesome! I can use this pencil at school!"
or "Cool! I got playdoh!" Which made me smile.
Yeah, that's why my light will always be on every