One of the greatest joys upon returning home from my Kuwait deployment was arriving just in time for Halloween. I could finally go trick-or-treating.
I’m sitting here with my pumpkin ale, watching Fright Night on VHS and waiting for trick-or-treaters. What’s it to you?
Somewhere off a long, desolate country road exists a forgotten mansion, where only the bravest souls dare to venture.
I don’t see anything wrong with a grown man trick-or-treating on Halloween. The “trick,” in my case, is to use a pillowcase for sheer durability and to club any child that gets in my way.