Memory of Halloween 1992
// October 31st, 2006 // No Comments » // Uncategorized
I’m not sure what prompted this memory, but around lunchtime today I was listening to some Halloween MUSAK being piped into the lunchroom I often eat in and I was instantly transported to Halloween 1992… It was everyone favorite holiday, Halloween and in the Thornton house it was a little over the top. The Thornton house was always a lair of sinister dealings and much debauchery but it’s inhabitants were all not only Halloween aficionados, but fans and experts of prosthetic makeup and appliances…and high-powered firearms and gluttonous amounts of hard drugs. That year Stephen was some sort of doctor who had the greater part of 1/3 of his face flayed off. Joseph was a rather menacing tactical cop with a large caliber bullet wound in the front of his head and a floppy, gooey exit wound in the rear. I remember it was my year to be Abigor, one of the female cenobites and I had a large crown of 21″ metal spikes that were founded in my head and rooted in the cheek appliances. I was an unearthly blue. Like the undead. There were a few other gruesome and expertly applied wearers-of-the costume but after months of designing our costumes, we were applying the final touches and piling into Steve’s car to head up to the flats in Cleveland where we spent much of our recreation-time. On the drive up we encountered a hyped-up group of teenagers in another car, whooping and throwing beer bottles out of their vehicle. One bottle hit our car and Steve sped up to glower menacingly at the contents of the miscreant youth in the other vehicle. They engaged and there was much testosterone flung about. Finally the vehicle with the younger contents sort of edged over to the side of the road, apparently interested in taking this to a more hand-to-hand level. Steve obliged and pulled over as well. As he did, the contents of our vehicles chambered rounds into whatever caliber weapon we were carrying. As the cars drew to a stop, about 5 acne-marked teeny-boppers climbed out of their car and walked back towards our vehicle… Yeah…they walked in front of our running car… Steve, seeing a much easier resolution to this encounter merely stepped on the accelerator and plowed right through them. Teenaged boys flying like bowling pins this way and that. Slides were released and side arms were stowed back into a passive position and we went on to have a HECKUVA grand time that Halloween night. I think some of us even won money for our costumes. After we got to the clubs…it was always a bit of a blur, back in those days. But anyways…to anyone who has most excellent Halloween plans, BE SAFE OUT THERE! (and don’t walk in front of anyone’s running car either).


















