So three years ago, I was on the other side. I went trick or treating. Well, I went with friends, who were parents of kids who were trick or treating. I wasn't out for booty... okay that's debatable. I wasn't there for candy... good lord, okay I'm not going to make the marcy playground joke.

So for the next two years, I just went to parties. 

This year, I was more respectable. I was behind the porch light, giving away candy. It started out cute and fine, a couple of little witches, then a zombie, then the kids got older, like high schoolers and they started coming in packs.

Here's a quote, "Give me the mother fucking candy!"

There were about 20 kids in line, I was running out of candy. I already had given all
my almond joys away. These kids were just getting smarties and kisses.

And I was fearful...