Halloween on a Tuesday has a lot of climbing and falling action. Starting with Thursday, rising on Saturday, dropping on Sunday and climaxing on Tuesday. It was hard to maintain constant excitment. But with Hallie as a partner in crime, how could one not be psyched for all the spookiness.
We started off in the Castro. I shot lots of people. But only with my camera. All the Richmond and Hayward fools who shot people with guns are ruining it for the rest of us.
San Francisco has very few kids, so this was a novel sight.
This, however, is standard fare.
Marvin the Martian was freaking it all over the place. He was probably one of the people who got shot.
A big ol’ Jack.
At Marvic’s house, Hallie found her unlikely twin. Jesse actually made his skelly-suit though.
We kicked it on the balcony above the madness and heckled costumed passerbys.
Jesse saw some boobs down below.
They pelted people with candy. The random bridge and tunnel kids in tall-tees were not amused.
Jesse, AK and Cam with backs to the action.
Someone found the real Frank Chu outside. He’s the crazy 12 Galaxies guy that protests downtown.
He seemed to appreciate Marvic’s smorgasbord of snacks and beer just as much as the costumed Frank Chus I saw everywhere.
I’m a cactus, okay?
The remaining troopers circumnavigated the crowds to get back to the bikes and set out in search of spookier parties.
There’s a lot to be said about life and death and the Catholic church in this photo. But instead they said, “whooooooooooooooooo.”
Hallie felt light as a feather. Nothing but a bag of bones.
Turned these kids to raisins for looking at me wrong.
Ned was on his way back from a jewel heist when we found him and convinced him to come to a party at my old house on Fell.
Alex was crazed and Australian Keegan was proper American whitetrash.
Just after we got into the house, a group of ninjas threw a smoke bomb into the stairwell.
They were stealthy and silent, creeping around corners and slicing fools. It was really rad actually.
AK left for Mexico this morning to celebrate Dia de los Muertos, because he does things like that. I’m sure Hallie would want you to know that she took this one.
I don’t know if Danilo is being racist and doing his best Japanese face or I just caught him with his eyes closed.
Borat had all the dance moves.
Parra Bros. out of the house and enjoying life.
Journey was blasting. It’s not Monster Mash, but it’ll do.
Dancefloor mania. If only for one song.
I will prick you so hard!
Being cute all the time can get wearisome.
Just as much action outside as in.
Caroline and Chloe are both from NC, but had their big break as Michelle in Full House.
Sandy with yet another wig.
Damn nutter moved to LA this morning. Gotta be crazy.
Elias was dressed up like all the people who weren’t dressed up in the Castro.
Lomax felt like the ears of corn were integral to his “grown-up Huck Finn with a beard” costume.
Fun fun, but no smashed pumpkins, no soaped windows, no tee-peed trees, no candy stealing. Whatever will we do?