Halloween stores litter the streets.
I feel pressured to dress up and do something, go to a party or walk and gawk in the streets. But don't know if I want to.
One year, I was going to do nothing, and then my friends came up and I threw on a hooded sweatshirt, sunglasses and wrote "From: The Unabomber" on a priority mail envelope.
I want to go trick-or-treating.
Oh yeah, this cracks me up: