Remember those plastic masks they used to make? All hard and plastic-y. Your face would smell like rotten toe by the end of the night and your tongue was mangled from trying to shove it through that jagged slit that was supposed to be a mouth. And that rubber band thing! The mask-strap! I used to sneak up from behind, snap people in the back of the head, make ‘em drop their candy, then I’d snatch-n-dash. And the actual costume part was nothing but a painted trash bag that tied in the back like you were headed into surgery.
Look at the costumes now! If you don’t want to look like a hood-rat, then you’ll be paying, at the very LEAST, 20 bucks. NO originality whatsoever. That’s why I dig through people’s trash looking for scrap fabric and notions. I don’t even care if my kid smells like hot garbage. Times are tough!
Here are some warm and fuzzy pictures for you to snuggle up with….back when Satan didn’t rule the earth, there weren’t razor blades in the Milky Ways and…well goshdarnit, it was clean, good old-fashioned family fun!
Authors bio is coming up shortly. 
the middle one in the 7th row is scary! What are they?