Why I Hate Halloween
Requiem for Richard James Martin
I have a confession to make. I hate Halloween.
Not because of the candy, for which I harbor a shameful addiction, or the pressure of getting everyone cool costumes, or even the gross, gory stuff (which, to be honest, I really dislike). But no: it’s none of that, really.
I hate Halloween … because my father died alone sometime in the night between October …
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