Happy Halloween! OK, story time. When I was in the 6th grade I went trick or treating. I was with my older brother, George and his friends. We were walking around and I said let’s go over here. Over here was a dark row of apartments with no lights. They said no Bob; there’s no one there. I didn’t believe it and went anyway and they went to the next house. Now, I must tell you I was dressed like a devil and had on one of those rubber masks that you can’t see out the sides. The guys were yelling at me to come on and I walked towards the sidewalk and this big blonde kid dressed like an Indian came from no where and stole my bag of candy. I was standing there with the bag handles watching my candy run away. I cried and cried. Years later in Hoboken, some punks hit me in the head with an egg. To make a long story short, I think Halloween blows. Please send candy now!