The I hate Halloween improv show

Halloween conjures up bad memories for me. I remember as a little kid, dressed in a last-minute-bedsheet-over-the-face-ghost-costume saying, “Trick or Treat” at a house, and the lady gave out apple slices. They weren’t even wrapped in plastic wrap. She just proudly dropped slices into the bag. If I could have put a curse on that house or burned it down, I would have done it right then.

Imagine later that evening trying to trade a ready-to-eat Granny Smith apple slice for a Pixy Stix with your brothers. How do you sell that? But I thought of something. I said to weakest of my siblings, “The Pixy Stix tastes good for like 10 minutes but this ‘Treat’ has seeds. Do you understand? Are you following me? You can plant it. And in 25 years you will have many semi-delicious Halloween snacks outside your window.” With that the weakest brother nodded in agreement, shot me the finger, and emptied his Pixy Stix down his gullet.

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