Flame dressed as American Taliban for Halloween. He already had the beard, naturally, and he wore some army fatigues with a gauzey, desert tunic (an old dress of mine). I made him a lunghi out of a stocking cap and two gauzy window curtains. He carried a book on Mohammed in his pocket. The only thing he was lacking was a toy machine gun and sand in his mouth.
I dressed as a girl with a bad back for Halloween, and stayed in like a big creaky loser.
We had zero trick or treaters.
But we watched George Romero's The Crazies, and that was scary in a martial-law-biological-warfare kinda way.
1:35 p.m. - 2003-11-01
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