This year, however, I had one kid. One kid in no costume whatsover. I was torn between being extremely pissed off at this kid and his apathy, and acknowledging the fact that he was my only trick-or-treater. I ended up giving him half of my candy. He was after all, my only kid. Despite being a kid who couldn't even bother to put a fucking sheet over his head.
I had carved a jack-o-lantern and everything and ending up slitting my wrists repeatedly with my steak knife (admittedly intentionally toward the end) and all for what? One jackass kid without a costume.
So I curled up on my futon and watched AMC's "Scariest Movie Moments of All Time" on All Hallow's Eve, which featured, to my delight, Rob Zombie commenting on each and every scariest movie of all time. I would boff Rob Zombie hardcore. At least I thought I would until he confessed that he felt that the shark in Jaws was still "after him" in the Dennys that he'd gone to after seeing it in a theater for the first time. I'm sorry Rob Zombie, but that's pretty damn lamecore. I may have to reconsider boffing you now. Shit.