South of Sunnyside

Because if they’re ringing my doorbell, I’m not home. The lights are off, and the dogs will bark profusely at any sign of motion outside.

Sure, I bought a bag of candy—on my way to sit at Starbucks. It’s all mine. And for some reason, my stomach kind of hurts.

Anyway, I’m not a big fan of Halloween. In particular, I don’t care for the endless supply of “scary” movies that has taken over my TV over the last week, and I don’t like that persistent expectation that I should provide sweets to a crop of kids I’ve never met. Maybe I’ll feel a bit different when it’s my kid in all that makeup.

To all the parents of kids in a Joker costume: I do hope that’s based on commercials, and that you didn’t actually take your child to see The Black Knight.

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