All Murder, All Guts, All Fun
After driving by our local pumpkin patch a few days after Halloween, my wife said that it was sad to see all these pumpkins go unused for Halloween. That’s when I thought that these pumpkins were the lucky ones. Better to rot away than be made into a pie and eaten with whipped cream. Then again, seeing some old people makes me hesitate on that thought a little.
James “Pumpkin rights” Alvarez