can't think of halloween without thinking of evil. it would be no fun without the devil. the only costume i remember is the devil one my mom made. she did a damned fine job of it. i think the princesses and the little supermen were jealous. i understand why people wanna wear masks, especially to do evil, but to do stuff you might be scared to do too. it gives you license.  the mask makes you powerful and hides you too. i enjoyed being the devil, even though as i recall they bent my aluminum pitchfork and pulled my tail. i was the shyest devil ever to beg for treats. the devil should of got more respect, but it was a small neighborhood. they knew who was inside. still, they were jealous. but in this evil time when the most scary things are ever so ordinary, blowhard menaces in high places,
i wonder what outfits the kids are wearing. baby trump with predator drone rattle. obomba-thor with lightning bolt tower raised to hurl at the populace. ican see them meeting to trick or treat together, obomba-thor handing his predator drone rattle to baby trump in trade for his awesome lightning tower.  there would be so many real life evil men to masquerade. but maybe the kids are bored with the status quo demons, maybe they will hearken back to more imaginative days. i'd like to be a kid again out on harper ave. in my good old devil suit with the crooked smile my mom drew.