Happy Halloween, everyone! It’s cold and rainy here, and I smell like wet dog. Walking a dog in the rain is an art I have yet to master. There’s going to be a bumpin’ party at Matt’s place tonight, but other than that, I don’t have any plans.
Here’s a bone-chilling story for Halloween:
The other day, there was an accident on the freeway. While I was stuck in traffic, a group, nay, a horde of seven policemen on motorcycles passed by. I thought they were going to the accident, but they passed by the accident and kept going. After the traffic cleared up, I caught up to them and decided that it was borderline creepy to see seven identically dressed policemen thundering down the highway, with no obvious destination. It was like a scene from Children of the Damned. Except they were Policemen….of the…damned…