whenever I think of bluegrass I see a guy playing banjo in a field of grass except the grass is blue

HAPPY HALLOWEEN HALLOWEENIES! (I typed happy birthday at first. Uh yeah lot of candy.)

When Hayden wore this mask he got recognized as ZZ Top and Edgar Winter even though he talked like Karl from Slingblade.

Hey halloween was yesterday. I went trick-or-treating a little bit with my old block and saw probably the best costume (actually not the best but the CUTEST).

(ignore unintentional lewd gestures)

We turned Henry’s yard into a spooky spookhouse with paper maché heads and cornstalks. We also rigged a skeleton on a tree by the sidewalk to fall next to people when we let go of a string. It scared the bejewsus out of some people, other obnoxious kids were like “I KNOW HOW U DO THAT. THIS IS SO DUMB.” Eventually it broke but handydandy twine fixed it, until every bone but the head fell off and it was just a floating skull.

Hiiiiiiiii. Basically I tucked my shirt in and put on some plaid, got a sword and a hat and called it a day.

Now.. last friday I saw Bob Dylan. I don’t know any other way to put it. I experienced señor Bob. His band was not in my taste the best, but cheezy; Dylan was a croaky old man but that’s to be expected. Actually he was a lot less fragile and.. old than I imagined. I think I just over-braced myself so if he was just a Bob-specter in some Bob-wheelchair I wouldn’t be disappointed. But it was so awesome. Bobby D, guys, never fails to be mysterious. That’s the only box you can surefire put him in (if you, y’know, had to put him in a box).

Friday was also flex friday. My class was supposed to go to the Daley plaza FRANKEN-PLAZA, but it was raining like a drunk monkey again so all the tents were closed. We did meet these two actor/mime/acrobat people, though. They were just standing there being.. actor mine acrobats with vampire makeup on. We talked to them for a while, found out they were actually a couple, and then left to run around in Marshal Fields (or Macy’s but ew). At one of the counters I saw a lotion called Opium. I asked the lady behind the counter if Opium contained opium, and she said “I don’t work here.”

Title: Mildly paraphrased Eric Goldberg (friend).