Halloween is my favorite time of year. I wish that it was around year round, then I start looking at all the weirdos walking down the street, pierced, polished, colored, ragged, painted, stained, tattooed, blitzed, drooling, zombie-like, and looking for their personal candy fix I can see a costume party every day if I look through the haze of the mass normalcy of the city street.
It is also the only time where I can ask without feeling funny for a slice of my favorite pie. Right, pumpkin. A good fresh pumpkin pie, not the defrosted yamstarch tin plate special from the freezer case, with a dab of whipped cream is a great comfort food. With the street life costume party fixed in my brain, comfort food tops my list.