A Cowboy on Halloween
The costume is popular; it was sold out at the three halloween stores I checked. I told him I’d make him a master chief outfit instead. I went to the attic and found my old indian head dress I’d made when I was in boyscouts. I bought a couple plastic war hatchets from a dollar store and some kid moccasins from one of those hippie vendors down near Venice Beach. Then I asked my wife about sewing the hunting pants. She blinked a couple times and told me, “He doesn’t wan’t to be an Indian, he wants to be MASTER CHIEF. From the video game Halo.”
I had no idea what Halo was, but my wife showed me and that just about through me through a hoop of fire. I thought it was bad enough that my son wanted to be a cowboy scalpin’ indian. Now I find out he wants to be a god damned robot space soldier? What’s this world coming to.
All I’m saying is I better see a few cowboys trick-or-treating tonight, or I’m lible to stop handing out candy altogether. Sure enough, this certainly is No Country for Old Men.
And now I’m going to throw some health links your way, and I do hope they do you a bit of good. Take a look at the best multivitamins if you’re interested in that sort of thing. And after you get done with that, head on over to a site that might tell you how to relieve stress. Try anything, that’s the only way to live. That’s the cowboy way.
