Halloween Treats
Halloween’s supposed to be all about the treats. Small, tasty morsels scurrying around the breezeway. Trapped in poorly designed costumes that limit their ability to run and cut off their peripheral vision. It’s supposed to be my night. But nooooo. Not a single little rugrat ventured into my lair. NOT ONE! And top top it off now Chuck’s all comatose from inhaling half a bag of Snicker’s bars.


