Oh, Erica, we're almost to the end of October, which means we're almost to the end of the time every year where I have to see fake skulls hanging from trees as I walk home at night.

I love the new thing where people have like skeletons crawling up the sides of their house.

Like a cat burglar.

And in their windows?

I love those.

Skeletons don't bother me.

There's this one specific house on my walk home where the people are obviously into it.

Godspeed.

I'm not trying to yuck anyone's young.

I pass that house today.

But there's like end trails.

It's incredible.

It's too damn much for me.

No, it's perfect.

Don't change people.

Don't change.

Next year we're switching apartments

for the month of October. I love the spookiness of October. I love the like everyone being

like, ooh, it's Halloween. I can get into the, I like the kitchiness of it. I don't like, like,

the actual, like, trying to make it look like there is like roadkill on your front lawn.

That's your pet dog or something.

How far is too far?

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