Trick OR treat.
Back in the day, a treat was not always guaranteed. Sometimes, at some houses, it was a trick.
A trap. A creeper in the bushes or some form of horror that sent us scrambling assholes over elbows towards streetlights and safety.
I aim to bring back the trick.
Coveralls? Check. Jason Voorhees mask? Check. Machete? Check. Chemlight blood? Check.
Chainsaw (minus the chain)? Check. Ability to sprint surprisingly fast for a man my size? Check.
Epic sense of humor? Check.
Stand by my pretties - gonna be some stained underwear this year kids!