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I just wore my "this is my costume" glow-in-the-dark t-shirt.

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My Rorschach costume looked awesome, but I couldn't see anything. After a few houses we returned to base and I got rid of the mask, changed hats, and continued as Joseph Stalin. The coat was all wrong, but I still looked pretty dope.

One of my female friends was a sexy nurse. She looked great, but this being Montana it was -10 degrees F outside last night so she was actually a sexy nurse with Parkinson's disease.

Overall we got like a million candy, and it cemented Halloween as clearly the best holiday ever.

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It's grime time.

South Florida is such an awful, characterless, glass-and-steel, restaurants-have-patios-overlooking-parking lots-and-turnpikes shithole part of the world that kids here trick or treat during the daytime at MALLS and SHOPPING PLAZAS for GIFT CERTIFICATES TO STORES.

That's like strapping on a wooden dick and fucking a plastic whore.

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What others say about boorite!

Nah, these are that strain of white garbage that have no morals, no altruism, no care for anything but their own prosperity, yet still find it in their hearts to vote Republican because even though they know and understand that the real rich in this country could give less than a shit about them, they're aspiring to be of that rich sect so that one day it can be them having the satisfaction of not caring about others. They would be , like the rest of us, outraged by the antics of the super-wealthy, but they're too busy being jealous.

Well, that's the best way to be. If I could afford it, that's exactly the way I'd be, only ten times worse. And that goes for everyone else unless they're total fuckheads.

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Legend, oh legend, the third wheel legend...always in the way.

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Halloween has been cancelled on our estate for the third year running.

The knobs from the residents commitee (i.e the old giffers) decided that bunches of kids running around screaming and generally enjoying themselves was frightening and/or disturbing residents who weren't interested in letting their hair down and having a bit of fun. I mean let's face it, there's nothing scarier or disturbing than a five year old dressed as a witch is there? So posters were made and distributed to the fun hating bastards to put on their doors to stop the scary children from knocking. That didn't work because the kids either ignored them or couldn't read them. So flyers were posted through every door asking parents to keep the children to avoid disturbing any one.

So I've been out and got the biggest pumpkin I could find and have carved a rather large erect prick on it and plan to place it on the doorstep of the resident commitee leader's house. Just for holiday kicks.

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