Here’s the deal: You dress up, I give you candy. Here’s another part of the deal: If you don’t want to bother with either the candy giving or the dressing up, don’t. Turn out the lights, stay home, go somewhere else where no one expects anything out of you. But don’t expect me to fulfill one part of the deal when you don’t pony up to the other. Meaning, no costume, no candy.
I like Halloween well enough that I do buy candy and look forward to giving it to the kids who come by. However, there are a number of kids who don’t bother and just ruin the spirit of it. When enough uncostumed kids show up at my door halfway through I just don’t want to be bothered because I feel that someone (several someones) aren’t keeping up their end of the deal.
Rapper, is not a costume. As I have noticed it does not require you to look any different than you normally do.
Being poor is not a valid excuse either. Go to Giant. Get a paper bag. Make two eye & 1 mouth hole. Viola! Mask! For those of us of a certain age, you are the “Unknown Comic”. Get a large sized plastic bag, wear it like a dress and stick a few twigs in it, you are a grocery bag stuck in a tree. With talcum powder and $2 of cheap makeup from the dollar store you can make a gang of zombies. Material poverty does not have to equal mental and creative poverty.
So next week, here’s the deal: You dress up, I give you candy.
Note: Jimbo you deserve a whole bag of candy.