Elle and I were supposed to promo for Sketchy’s at the Zombie Walk, but some jackass decided to slash my brother’s tire. We managed to run over between getting the spare on and taking it down to the tire shop and take some snaps of the good people of our fair city – plastered in blood and gore. Continue Reading →
I apologize for the lateness of this, but this was a hard post for me. I found myself overwhelmed by emotion while writing it. Remember when Halloween was all about the candy and not about getting shitty drunk and wearing slutty costumes? It’s been a minute, people, I know!
This has been my favorite day of the year for a long time, but the motivations behind that have evolved. Today, it’s hard for me to say goodbye to summer, knowing what I do about Appalachian winters, and Halloween is a last shout, falling not long after Lughnasadh, is the day that everyone recognizes, for a minute, that death really is eventual.
A good cure for the morbids is having a child to make things look warm and fuzzy – Elle and I are childless because we like being morbid, but I do keep a few young people in the wings for nostalgic moments like this when I want to reminisce about my own childhood and attempt to relive it through other people. So I went trick-or-treating in Belle with my friend Jess and her tadpole, Hunter. Continue Reading →
The Haunted Barn in Winfield blew my mind.
What a delicious haunt! It was everything a local haunt should be – gritty and spooky, it exploited the best things about its setting and location, which was a barn by the side of a highway, surrounded by a few ranch-style houses. The parking was packed. A dark shape waved us away to park at a convenience store down the road, where a group of teenagers gyrated alarmingly while bouncing on those inflatable jump pens, under harsh lights to dance music. We walked in a light rain back to the line. Already spooked, we ponied up $8 each then waited half an hour, while five groups went ahead. It was worth every penny and every minute. And the wait wasn’t even bad – they projected clips of horror movies onto the wall of the barn. Continue Reading →