My first Halloween in the Nuevo York has come and gone. Hallows Ever in my neighborhood is a gong show at the monkey section of a zoo. People go nuts.
Early in the evening, adults take their kids to restaurants and businesses for trick or treating. Totally new to me but it makes sense. You can't get into apartment buildings and knock on doors so you go to the local Equadorian spot in your Yu-Gi-Oh outfits and you get your loot. It's a good scene.
Once the children are in bed, the astounding behavior ensues. Everyone is out. All the people. All the crazy inhabitants that wait for months for this night to arrive. Costumes. Good ones, bad ones, terrifying ones. Terrifying because it takes a weird person to step into an outfit like that. Hipsters are dressed normally but they fit in on Halloween because everyone looks weird.
Eggs are thrown. Screaming. Boisterous shouts of nonsense. I woke up at 3 to a nice arrest in front of my apartment building. 5 dudes, face down on the street with cops standing over them. Sweet. Call back to those 1st few years of cops where it was pretty cool. 34 feet below me, I was riding along with Officer Shove'N'Stuff.
Halloween b*tches...
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