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Halloweentober Half-way!

During this past year I've learned a lot about myself, and forgot a lot, as well. During this past year I reckon I could've had polished my book and had it published, twice. Instead, I burrowed deep into my depression, snuggled into it, cried that I wanted to find a way out of it, but like the barb of a cactus, the more you pull the deeper it sets.

During this past year I've missed a lot of opportunities. During this past year I watched my beloved Baltimore Orioles win 93 games and burst onto the Postseason stage and falter dramatically. That was the flipside to my deep despair. The boys in orange and black gave me a summer to remember while survived a summer to forget.

Today I started writing again, added a nice new piece to the first book and I have two pages in what is now the definite book 2. As the original book 2 became a piece for much later in the series.

Who knows, maybe I'll be back soon... It's Halloweentober, which means all I think about night and day (okay, other than my family) is All Hollow's Eve. Gorged on mini Reese cups and horror movies, I try to watch at least one Halloween movie/special every night. The depression seems to always let up around October, thank ye gods.

I've recently started collecting these old 1980s Halloween sounds cassettes, simply for decoration and just to hold on to something close to those old days. Some came on hanging cards, which is perfect for hanging on the wall to display.

I recently found my old McDonald's pumpkin pails, all three of them: McBoo, McPunk'n, and McGoblin. These three pails were such a treasure to 10-yo me. They were the personification of Halloween and came with McNuggets and honey! Who needs a toy when you can use these pails for Trick or Treating, toys storage, and just using them as a display.

These were the first set of Boo Buckets, as some call them. These were for 1986 and I think 1987? I still remember getting them way back then at our local McDonald's on Wise Avenue. These things are my plastic soul mates.

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