No costumes for me on my deployment. My wife told me that a lady in her late 20's came to the door with a picture of a 6 month old baby and a bag and said that she was trick or treating for the baby. Like the baby was gonna eat that candy. I think people get dumber every year. My wife told her to get lost.
Beer is the mind-killer. Beer is the little death that brings total obliteration. I will face my beer. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see it's path. When the beer has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.