When I was a kid my father used to do make-up for me, sometimes a bit of a costume. A werewolf, a dead guy, whatever. Then we would go Trick or Treating. Understand what that meant for me:

See, where I grew up (Manhattan) you didn’t go out and wander the streets to Trick or Treat. You wandered around your own building, mostly. Apartments that were giving out candy that year hung a sign on the door (generally a Halloween thing - ghosts and the like) and you knew you could ring their bell.

A few times I remember going to a friends building and Trick or Treating with them. It was an adventure because you suddenly had strangers apartments and everything was new. You didn’t know that the guys who lived in 4B would always give you fucking circus peanuts, for example.

But that was Halloween for me.

I watch these TV shows doing their Halloween specials and what-not and I see these kids wandering around and they’re having the exact same amount of fun as I did, just with more area to cover. So it isn’t a “I missed out” thing at all.

Just thinking. Just remembering.

I am, of course, not in costume today. Now I could do that thing where I say I’m dressed up as:

* Someone who doesn’t care
* A serial killer (since they look like anyone)
* A guy living in NY
* etc, etc, motherfucker, etc

But I always find those excuses lame. No. I just figure with a face like mine why would you want to make it worse with a mask?

It’s a sound theory.

Unrelated to H’Ween, here is an amazing short film. It’s called 7:35 de la Mañana and it is truly fucking amazing. So watch it.

Movie found by Ariana