Halloween, the time for little boys to get scared while trick or treating. The time for little girls to dress up like princesses and get candy. The time for teenagers to go to their first house parties and drink some alcohol. The time for college students to dress completely inappropriately while going to school hosted events. I don't want to see your butt cheeks, thank you. But that doesn't seem to stop people from wearing ripped tights with heels they can't walk in, a really low cut shirt, and a skirt that sticks out horizontally rather than vertically like it should. I have seen into hell, and it looks like an exposed butt cheek of a passout drunk girl.
And drunk they shall be. The night of people drinking too much for their own good. The night for them to pass out on the street outside our apartment until the police and ambulance come. It's the night for you to really get to know your friends. But still, I feel it will not be the last person to be dragged away by those who are dreading this day each year. The night comes alive with the sound of drunken stumbling and "man, I don't feel so well". The wild shouts in harmony "Are you OK?" as someone falls, "oh, here it comes again" when someone throws up, "I think something's wrong" when someone is drunk, and "was it because of your last shot?" when clearly they had enough a long time ago. It's that time of year again and the crazy is coming out to party.
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