Walking through the suburbs, seeing the decorations on doors and in windows, seeing trees without leaves. It must be Fall. My memory of Halloween isn't a romantic one: Halloween: 2014 The begrudging childhood duty of "Trick or Treat"-ing -- parent sanctioned, door-to-door panhandling for Snickers -- often in chilly, unpleasant Canadian weather. Costumes chosen at random, without forethought or passion, pulled on minutes before the death march, our twin motivations of free candy and fun acting as a shield to the often fierce autumn winds. The night wears on and our bodies falter as nylon and spandex fail to insulate, and bags heave with ill-gotten gains. Home acts as a respite from the cold but this stop is momentary. A way station where we pull on heavy coats and boots before moving ever onward to houses full of the sweet stuff. Woke up early again. More Metroid Prime. Breakfast, exercise, rest.
Adam Greene Cares.