Cooper Street, this evening.

Halloween is nearly here and my neighborhood is doing its best to look the part. An explosion of Jack-o-lanterns grinning from porch stoops have arrived. And not just one or two; these are carved armies five, six or even eight pumpkins strong.

“God damn it, no one has the right to haze you and call you a geek!”

What the hell was that? I turn to my right and notice a man on his bike with headphones on. He’s yelling at me, and so is his long curly hair. It’s a real life version of Otto the bus driver from The Simpsons.

“I worked the Unabomber case..” and with that, he turns and rides away to yell at someone else.