Crapass

So maybe you were excited to hear what I planned for halloween. Maybe something like a ghostbuster, with a flightsuit and oldschool proton pack from back in the day; but sadly, that was Mr. Robert Banks, not myself. Perhaps a Dr. Seuss character with red socks on my hands and a blue wig? Nah, that was Mr. Butts. You probably also figured that I spent some time planning out this costume and not waiting for the last possible moment so that I would have a real costume for the first time in the history of Halloween on Franklin street; again, you would be incorrect. For the second year running, my costume came from the children's costume section of wal-mart, in a plastic bag, with an age reccomendation of 7-13 years. In fact, it was the same, exact costume, a knight outfit that consisted of a helment that never made it to the street, a shitty breastplate, and a pitiful shield. Don't ever underestimate my ability to underachieve.