I’m a tough guy, so obviously I don’t scare easily. I mean, I’ve watched such movies as Rosemary’s Baby, The Excorcist, and Young Frankenstein and made it all the way to the end without hardly screaming at all. But on the last day of October, the ghosts and witches and zombies and mummies and vampires and skeletons and spider webs and monsters and jack-o-lanterns and cheeseheads are almost too overwhelming.
How is a guy supposed to enjoy a bike ride with those things all around? Can you blame me for only stopping for three pictures and riding away as fast as I could? Why couldn’t I live in England or Germany, where such creatures do not lurk in every yard?
Despite all those ghoulish freaks, I managed to find my way back home safe and sound. I started to make my own scary costume. I don’t know why. I guess I just like Halloween.