Halloween

Every year I go to a Halloween party packed with Jack Sparrows, The Crows and pimps.
I end up striking a conversation with a naughty schoolgirl or naughty police officer and – until now – I’ve always held my tongue.

Halloween has lost its youthfulness, morphing into a holiday unrecognizable from its original form.

It was the six-word excuse you gave your mother as an 8-year-old, after she tried to forbid you from spending your weekly allowance on Pogs (or a pack of cardboard disks, as she called them).