A Halloween Memory, or, "we knew something was wrong with Lara, early on."

[LaraMN]

When I was a kid, EVERY year on Halloween, some asswipe people would come around late at night and smash my beloved pumpkins. It left me feeling hurt and vaguely violated. When I was ten, I decided THAT year was going to be DIFFERENT! THAT year, the smack was coming down. I prepared at length before the big night. I assembled an assault kit consisting of an all-black clothing ensemble, some eggs, a garden hose, and a tennis racket. The best part, however, was the keyboard. I got an extension cord, plugged in our Casio, and had memorized a pattern of kick-ass, high-pitched "siren" noises that I could play to alert the offenders that they were about to feel my wrath. I hauled it all into my parent's Oldsmobile Omega, which was parked next to the pumpkins, and lay in wait. Unfortunately, I lay in wait for about 3 1/2 hours (while my Mom popped out of the house every fifteen minutes, shaking her head) to no avail. The elusive pumpkin smashers never showed, and I got sick on sweettarts and heath bars. Best. Halloween. Ever.

[RedCloud]

1. BOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

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