A Hungover Halloween Story
...Can I point out the irony of Halloween in what could be considered a sanctuary for the strange, spooky, and somewhat deranged seeming sort of normal? Because it really fucking is. Yes, yes, I get it. It's like Christmas for us. Even Jack is in a better mood around this time of yeah, always loved the macabre and the supernatural, that one. I'm currently nursing a hangover from what I thought was light beer... No, I'm purely fucking sure I was slipped a tasty mix of moonshine and fucking pumpkin spice because there is no way that shit I was given was under 5%. Did I get slipped an Armageddon while I wasn't paying attention? Sure, I'm more.. amicable, around this time of year. Sort of like a genial happy soul is on any other given day, even if smiling makes me look like a psychopath. We had a weird sort of block party and trick or treat thing.. They call it trunk or treat in the real world, sort of one of those alternatives to kids going around to doorst