-Halloween
Celebrating the Prince of Darkness and the 23rd year of Truth.

I was a lunch-lady serving up sweets. The block was a bustle with ghouls and ghosts. Some were in costume and some were not. Kids from the 'hood' came by car

The scene was set to the sounds of heavily distorted guitar and a smoke machine filled the air with uncertainty. The engine block overheated on a passing van and they too conveyed a fearful cloud of smoke. Swarms, drones, hoards all came and went; some made multiple attempts at the treats but I never forget a Frankenstein.

Once the young had been put away, the elders commenced and continued to play. A piñata was fashioned in the Devils likeness and hung up by the horns to be bashed. A fire was lit to the eyes of the enormous target as people attempted to knock it down. They took turns swinging swords; blindfolded and intoxicated. I retrieved the airplane bottles of liquor they knocked loose.

Nearby two baboons attempted an ice luge shot without realizing they were pouring the precious Jägermeister down the wrong slot. I, as the lunch-lady, took the liberty of crashing every event I was made aware of and poured a little sizzurp out for the homies I didn't get a chance to see.

Well wishes homies,
and Shouts to Saudi Soulsters,



Wilson Pickett - Hey Jude