“Remember what I did, remember what I was, back on Halloween?“ – The Dead Kennedys
You were so punkrock I was shitting myself for a piece of you. Liberty spikes, kilt over thrashed jeans, and enough steel chain swinging from your studded belt to haul commercial timber up a goddamn cliff…
My teensy tiny 200-word story “Halloween, an Unlove Story” is is up over at 200 CCs. Go check it out, spooksters. Trick and treat.