Monday, October 31, 2011

Get Off My Lawn, You Damn Kids!

When I was considerably younger nobody over the age of twelve dressed up in costumes for Halloween.  In fact, you didn't want to be the dope who dressed up one year longer than all the cool kids.  Showing up for school in your homemade hobo outfit when everybody else was in their normal peg-leg pants, white socks, loafers, and paisley shirts meant you weren't in the clique.  Even if you had the latest Jan & Dean single before everybody else you were still a big dork.

Of course now fifty-two year olds dress up as harlots and nobody blinks an eye.  And their wives wear even more outrageous costumes!  I'm not against it, I'm just making a hackneyed observation.  I hear there's an opening for the final five minutes on 60 Minutes. 

Back in my day we bobbed for apples.  Motherfuckers.

Tuesday, October 4, 2011