this was my carved pumpkin for the day of the dead otherwise known as the day you went out and drank a lot dressed like a pirate or wookie. i didn't get to finish it and bring it to scarymoany because i got a raft of trick or treaters-unusual in that in 7 years i've never gotten so many-one year i got 2 and that was the only time i got any- because i live attached to a bar and parents aren't too willing to bring their kids to anything near a BLACK BAR.
for some of us -and i know this is hard to believe amid the frivolity and chance to act out what you don't have the balls to do every day-this is a religious holy day. it's not that i mind seeing people dressed up. i love drag as much as the next ambiguous person raised by drag queens. it's just that you wouldn't be here if it wasn't for your ancestors . technically you should be at their grave sides drinking and eating dressed as pirates and wookies. but you're not. and that's why mexicans are goth-er then you'll ever be.
jose posada was a mexican artist at the turn of the century from whom i took the image.
http://muertos.palomar.edu/posdad.htm
a few days before halloween, i woke up dazed as usual for work. looking out the back window at the grave of maggie , who died this past summer, i saw the white cat from across the street, whom i have never seen in my yard, asleep, sprawled like the sphinix ,across the exact spot she is buried.
got to listen to animals more.
That is impressive. Remind me to never piss you off while you are holding a knife :)
My Cheddar's grave is next to this old abandoned birdbath in my back yard (uhuh...yard) that still gets some birds. He used to LOVE watching the birds from the window above the kitchen sink. So, every time I see a bird there, he is getting a little treat :)
what you 'ricans dont all carry blades that you whip out when someone catches you tying to hot wire their 10 year old Accord?