Bunnyween
Billy, as usual, has waited until All Hallow's Eve eve to carve his
pumpkin. They do not last long and really only need be up for one
night. Billy no longer goes to parties, but that makes no matter for
someone who lives in his head. He only does the pumpkin thing to show
some sort of communal feeling, a sham that he endures every holiday.
He has had a few fun Halloweens, but they were an ideal he cannot
shake. His thoughts are always full of stereotypes and movies this time
of year. Ray Bradbury defined Halloween and Billy is always
disappointed to stand on the sidelines and not participate. Last year
he had two trick or treaters, and he threw the candy in a dumpster in a
fit of annoyance. It was a lot of candy. Billy will spend the night
watching old movies and stroking his elderly black cat, Jinjur. Meemee
will stalk both of them until she collapses from exhaustion and futile
rage.
There have been moments, but those
are few and fleeting. Below is the story of the only adult Halloween
party he ever attended and liked -
What fun.
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