I hate that, as time goes by you miss people more and more. Then you start to really wonder if you're missing yourself most of all. Shit, I can't even tell anymore. You got to.motherfucking. cook the yoke in the sizzle of the sun of the sands of life I guess. Happy halloween, my brothers.

It's one of the few times you can be scared together instead of alone. Don't let the commericalism dull your pumpkin pastures.