This year is the first Halloween I'll actually spend with the lady, so it feels special. It's also the first Halloween I'll spend drunk at James Heimer's house. Here are some other decent-y things I hope to accomplish today:
-Dress like a got-damned ghostbuster.
Please refer to the above. It makes me feel good.
-Bring back Misfits spoken word poetry jams.
The Misfits suck ass. They advocate rapin' women and bein' a d-bag to er'rybody. And they don't even rock that hard, man! But their lyrics do sound grrrrrrreat in a spoken word setting, as I learned back in my expressionistic post-modern surreal college days, daddy-o. Personal faves included "Bullet" and "Skulls." It's important to read the whoas as flatly as possible.
-Score candy.
No shit, Sherlock.
-Werewolf Bar Mitzvah.
-Watch and appreciate at least one '80s horror film.
The Thing, An American Werewolf in London, The Howling, Maniac, Monster Squad, and Nightmare on Elm Street 3: Dream Warriors are delicious.
-Watch horror clips on YouTube.
Shark Attack 3: Megalodon!
Shark Attack 3: Megalodon!
Shark Attack 3: Megalodon!
Shark Attack 3: Megalodon!
See ya, fuckers!
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