There’s something you should know about me: I am straight up crazy.
Now I can already hear you saying, “But Dylan, we already knew that. Why are you making a special mention of it today?”
Well I’ll tell you Hypothetical Reader. It’s getting pretty close to that time. And you know what time of year I’m talkin’ about too: Halloween time.
Now, I know some of you are looking at me askance while the rest of you are rolling your eyes, but if one takes into account that stores begin marketing holidays a month and a half before the day, then really, Halloween time starts mid-September. So is it really so crazy that I get excited around August?
I’ve always loved Halloween. It’s a love that comes from the same place that loves horror movies and Stephen King novels and paintings by Bosch. It’s the one time of year where I can indulge in my morbid idiosyncrasies and blend in, rather than stand out. But, for once, my vast knowledge of horror comes in handy, rather than marking me as an oddity.
Hell, by the standards of other people during Halloween, I’m downright lowkey. I don’t do a lot of dressing up and running around the city. My only problem will be that, this year, I won’t have a way to properly celebrate. I’m in no way going to do Thirty-One Days of Horror again. So I need to find something else to do. Suggestions?