…of a crappy attempt to convert age to adulthood. I still prefer jeans and t-shirts to dockers and stripes. I still read comic books, and I still build toys out of LEGO bricks.
But I have to say this, after witnessing, yet again, a Saturday-night-before-Halloween-on-BART: If you clowns are over 30 and still using Halloween as an excuse to dress up like idiots and get screaming drunk in public, you are much more of a “Peter Pan” than I have ever dreamed of being.
Save it for the kids you might have, someday. Me, I’m going to retire to the suburbs and turn my home into a haunted house, once a year.