"When I was 10 I let Jesus fuck me for the first time on Halloween night. (EDITOR’S NOTE – He means his first viewing of The Exorcist. I must clarify that we here at Son of Celluloid are not accusing Jesus of Michael Jacksoning with any kids. The Lord has a hell of a legal team.) After that epic night, my life was changed and I went from dressing up in whatever costume was cool at the time to becoming a creature of the night on a yearly basis. As the years went on the tradition of Trick ‘R Treating was replaced with myself and my deviant friends throwing pumpkins at cars, egging houses, & calling on spirits to wreak havoc; all topped off with a viewing of Tim Curry as a sweet transvestite. Once I hit high school it became tradition to skip school on Halloween. We would start with a breakfast buffet followed by a visit to Eddie’s Trick Shop in the Marietta Square where the Halloween spirit was strong. We would then ride around blaring The Misfits (Danzig Era- Is there any other????) and begin our evening activities of Haunted houses (these were always a blast with the exception of Silo X- shame on you). The night always ended with a marathon of essential horror classics and unspeakable partying until the sun rose.
As the years have passed those nights of debauchery have ceased. The last insane Halloween I had was when my wife and I went to a costume party and I dressed as Santa. Big mistake!!!!! We didn’t know people were bringing their kids and I was bombarded with requests for me to bring them the coolest toys on Christmas morning. It was funny though as my wife went as a Wet T shirt contest winner. That may be the only time anyone has ever seen Santa taking shots from Ms. Claus’s cleavage. Hey Santa likes a nice set of tits just like any other all-American man. At this point in my life Halloween is all focused on the enjoyment that my two sons derive from the spectacle; the costumes, candy, atmosphere and begging to stay up all night on a sugar high.
Halloween to me is the epicenter of my life. Once the October breeze hits I can smell the season coming. It encapsulates all that I am. From the childhood moments of getting that epic haul of candy to the dead cats hanging from poles I will always remember Halloween. Oh and one last Halloween anecdote… FUCK Ti West!"
27 days 'til Halloween, Halloween, Halloween. 27 days 'til Halloween, Silver Shamrock!