Here comes the full moon. Our street probably won’t get any kids on Halloween, we never do. There’s only one side of the street with houses, the other side is a park and a school. It’s a raw deal to walk down a street with only half as many houses as the other streets, you’re liable to get only half as many treats. I don’t blame them at all, hell, if I was a kid I would avoid our street like the plague. Most of the kids around here, the ones who really know what’s going on, go up to the Fabulous 40s on Halloween. The people live up there are all politicians, doctors and lawyers, CEOs and stuff. I mean money. They probably drop a K on Halloween decorations like it’s nothing. Gimme that giant spider there. That drone, I want that witch ona drone. Can you gimme all the mummies you got in the back, please? They need a goddam assistant to open the warehouse doors in the back by the alley, just to unload all that crap into the SUV. Mummies coming out the sunroof! Amazing. Will you take a personal check? They probably have stamps for signatures they write so many checks up there in the fab forties. Ya, if I was a kid I would hit that for sure. Bring a Macy’s bag or something, cause they’re liable to drop the kitchen sink. Don’t bother coming around my block. My neighbor says he still has candy from last year he’s planning to use, just in case anyone shows. Maybe two years old now, he can’t remember. Snickers bars don’t go bad, anyway, all those damn preservatives. Milky ways last forever.