The part of me that is “good” is disturbed. The disturbed part of me is horrifically thrilled. Howard is a man of mystery. What he does with his time is unbeknownst to all. He’s the outcast in the neighborhood. This year he’s seems to be more than just a weirdo. Has he taken it to the next level? Or is he deranged enough to share his pastimes with the world? The deepest parts of me, small little bits and pieces hidden in crevices of my soul wants part in the fun. It’s true what they say, we humans all have internal desires that those next to us would reject us with disgust. Howard acted on his, displayed it has decorative pieces for Halloween. Maybe I should get to join the fun.

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