Ironically, the New Yorkers who used to dress like every day was Halloween and ingest all manner of unknown compounds in the name of fun have grown into puckered-butt adults afraid of refined sugar. Perhaps those younguns will return later to decorate...with
recycled toilet paper, of course.
PS: What would the vegan parents of a kid who'd thrown eggs at a house say? Would they think they'd raised a serial killer?
Also overheard:
Overheard at the Zoo