by Steve West on October 31, 2009
Back when I was about ten, I went trick or treating as a witch doctor. I got to a house that I didn't know who lived there and was greeted by a kindly looking old lady. When I routinely and without much enthusiaism stated, "Trick or treat," she responded by handing me a piece of religious literature. Now I was a recovering Catholic at the time and had had just about enough of Jesus' minions at private school that I was going to take for that day. I thought it was rather cruel to give me an inedible scrap of paper informing me that Jesus saves. I read it and responded that the only thing Jesus apparently saved was the $3.00 at the grocery store where He didn't buy any candy. I've changed a bit since then, matured maybe a little. I'm going to go out with the girls tomorrow night and try not to come home with a bagful of restraining orders.
Seven Replies to Happy Halloween
Steve West scours the Web searching for interest or absurdity and then shakes his head ruefully when he finds it. Read more »