By 9:30 last night, my stomach aching from too many beers and Halloween candy I should never have ate, I finally shut off the lights. If there were any of those costumed little bastards still out there, well they could just keep on walking. I was going to bed.
My driveway was splattered with pumpkin remains and a small river of Snickers-colored puke, left there after Darth Vader blew several pounds of candy bars, popcorn balls, and sour skittles out the bottom of his mask.
Aside from this would-be referee that sneaked into our house, I saw three Frankenstein’s monsters, two werewolves, five nurses, four Transformers, a green-skinned Dracula, a transvestite, seven aliens, and eight clowns, complete with big floppy shoes, pom-pommed shirts, baggy pants, and red frizzy hair.
Clowns were popular this year, but I still think they’re creepy. I didn’t sleep a wink.