Scare tactics.
What are you talking about? I was very careful in my deliberations about this get up. If someone's feathers get ruffled, well ... it's not on me, man. Folks got to just calm down. Yeah, it's Halloween again, everyone. Kind of a big holiday around these parts. Why, I've known these quiet suburban moms and dads to take their kids out in gale force winds, forcing them against the elements to have a good time, damn it. That's how memories are made, my friends. Here at the abandoned Cheney Hammer Mill, we try to make this old barn of a place seem inviting. We can't afford pumpkins or corn stalks, of course, so we just slip the mansized tuber a fiver and ask him to stand by the front door with a citronella torch. He looks, uh, kind of autumnal ... if you squint. Now, I'm not a big one for dress-up, as you know. Never liked it, never. That said, I did put on some old jeans and borrowed one of those blue denim shirts, then combed my hair forward and put on a fa...