Shoot Me…

Halloween night. Dogs don’t know from Halloween.

They see scary midgets on the sidewalk and coming up the walk.

All hell breaks loose. I have to get up from my desk and waddle to the door, grab the candy, shoe the dogs away, and hand it out. There goes my quiet night watching youtubes.

At least I remembered candy. It wasn’t always the case.

Hopefully I’ll be able to give it all out. If I don’t it’ll have to go somewhere. I don’t need it around here.

Halloween isn’t what it used to be. Back in the day, I’d head to the old man’s house. He’d have a fire going, music playing. He’d count the kids coming over. There would be nearly a hundred, if memory serves. At our first house, with small kids, it was a thing. We’d at least go up and down the block, and maybe hit friends houses. That all ended some time ago.

The amount in my old neighborhood?

Zero.

No one bothered coming to the end of the street.

Here, I’ve had a few so far. One nerdy kid, a mom with two little ones, and what appeared to be a large extended family.

It’s nearly 8. I don’t expect to see many for the next hour.

I’ll give it to 9 and kill the light.