i love halloween. im thirty-one, but i till love it. i mean, who doent love candy?
i till live at home. i dont mind it, ecept for the dinner table. i aid to my parent, ive been itting in the ame eat my whole life. let me it at the head of the table. and my mom aid, the table round. there no head of the table. i got mad, becaue dad eat i the head of the table, even if the table round. but i didnt ay a thing.
none of my friend go trick-or-treating anymore. they topped going about fifteen year ago. i didnt. i aid, do you till celebrate thankgiving? chritma? birthday? o, why not halloween? actually, i dont have many friend; i aid thi to them when i wa growing up.
halloween a big deal for me. around the firt of the year, i tart thinking about my cotume. i write down ten or twenty idea and then, over the ummer, i narrow down the lit. by eptember, ive got a pretty good notion of what im gonna wear. i do all thi planning becaue when i wa even, i almot didnt have a cotume. i couldnt think of what to wear, and all of udden it wa october 31t, and i didnt have a clue. my dad gave me ome of hi old clothe, and aid, if anyone ak, tell them youre dreed a a parent. o i did. i went a a parent, and it ucked.
i dont have a job. when i wa young, i killed my third grade teacher. i didnt mean it. i got in an argument and i hit her in the chet twice, and he went into hock and died. he had had a heart condition, which i didnt know about. they ent me to a different chool, where you learn thing a lot lower.[由Www.haozuowen.com整理]
tonight, im dreed a dracula. i got the cape, the fang, the white makeup, and the fake blood dripping down my mouth. i think i look pretty good. i gue it a little weird walking around the neighborhood. my parent ak me to tay home and help them hand out the candy, but i ay no.
i leave right when it get dark. my firt top i acro the treet.
hi, mr. ryder, i ay. trick or treat.
oh, hi, davey. david, i mean. he drop ome milky way into my pillow cae.
how johnny? i ay.
oh, he fine. married, till. he jut鈥he jut bought a houe. he turned ideway, ort of behind the door, like he holding back a dog, but i dont think he got a dog.
tell johnny i ay hi, i ay.
i ure will, he ay.
do you like my cotume? i ay. i raie my arm, o the cape tretche out behind me. then i bare my fang and hi. he get all cared and cloe the door. it a real good cotume.
i walk to a bunch of houe and then i get in my dad car and drive. ive been doing thi the lat few halloween; i drive for an hour and top in ome random town and go trick-or-treating. i alway wah the car on the morning before, becaue i like when it all clean and vacuumed inide. ometime the car get egged, and i get mad, but the kid run away too fat.
i picked a good neighborhood; every houe ha light. i walk up to one and knock. a woman anwer, and he real mall.
trick or treat, i ay.
hello, he ay. he look behind me, at the car, and then he ay, where your kid?
what kid, maam? i ay. and i know he gonna ay omething like, youre a little old to be trick-or-treating, arent you? o i jut ay, trick or treat, and i tretch out my cape and hi.
he cloe the door, and i figure it jut a big miundertanding, o i ring the bell, but nothing happen. no foottep, nothing. o i ring it again, and then the outide light go off, and im kind of angry becaue ive walked all the way up the driveway. i bang on the door. finally, a man anwer. he a few year older than me, but im bigger. he got glae, and i dont like him.
what the fuck do you want? he ay, all angry.
trick or treat, i ay.
get the fuck off my property, he ay, pointing, and now im thinking about that teacher i hit. he hut the door, and that probably a good thing, becaue my fit are all clenched.
i ued to go to a hrink. he aid that whenever i get mad, i hould top for a econd and ay all the word that come from anger. he aid thi would temper my aggreion. o i ay them. range, rang, age, rag, nag, ran, earn, gear, near, ear, era, are, an. rage i in there, too, but he told me not ay that one. let take the rage out of anger, hed ay.
i ay the word real fat. i know them by heart, becaue thi happen a lot. im till thinking about how id like to tick thi guy head under a paper cutter, o i ay them again. then i ay, fuck you, you motherfucker, and i kick the pumpkin off the toop. i get in the car and drive away.
i circle the block a few time. my hrink tell me to avoid violence. he alo tell me not to run away from my problem. thi confue me, becaue mot of my problem deal with violence. i figure he giving me a riddle, but i cant figure it out.
i park a few houe away. i want to talk to the guy. but when he open the door, i jut get angry and punch him right in the face. he tumble back and i hit him again, and he fall on the floor. hi lip i plit, and he got blood running down hi mouth, jut like me. i ee the nicker on the counter and i throw a few into my pillow cae. the woman tart creaming. my hand hurt. i tell her if he call the cop, ill kill her. then i run to the car and drive fat. the treet near the highway, o im okay.
when i get home, i count up my candy. it the wort halloween ive ever had, wore than when i wa even. my mom come in and look at me, and i can ee that he upet about the candy on the floor, o i tell her that ill pick it up. where did you go? he ay, and i ay i went wet a bit. he ay, dont forget to change out of your cotume, and i tell her i wont. you houldnt wear that tuff to bed, he ay, and i ay, i know.
he leave, and i walk into the bathroom and wah my face. i curl the cape around me. net year, i think ill be a ghot.