12.05.2018

halloween: the last sequel!

As it grew darker, things got weirder.

I have always had the opposite of a thing for clowns. And that goes for Pierrots, too.
On our way out of the quarter, we paused to listen to Grandpa Elliot. You can listen here

Back home in the Bywater, we popper into the neighborhood cozy. Mooo. The one time I was in NOLA for Mardis Gras, cousin Glenn loaned me a cow outfit.

The bartender swore his name was Huggington Behr. "My parents were hippies," he explained.
Witching hour approaches.

Bunnies were everywhere.

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