Traditionally, this is my favorite day of the year. I have a strong love for the macabre. Normally, I'd spend the evening traipsing from one haunted house to the next dressed as one of my favorite fictional characters. However, it looks like it's not to be this year. I get paid once a month, so by the time the 31st rolls around, I'm usually fairly destitute. So, this Halloween has become a literary affair. While others are out getting deliciously frightened or ogling girls in whorish costumes, I'll be on the couch reading "'Salem's Lot."
In the meantime, I leave you with this: