Yes, Halloween is indeed my most favorite of holidays. I love everything about it. The candy, the parties, the costumes, the trick-or-treating. It’s all so delightfully Pagan: dark and predatory forces co-existing with children’s games. There’s a William Blake poem in there somewhere…

What other holiday could bring Jeebus and his arch nemesis Lucifer together for a smoke and a cold one while a random pale guy with a pierced tongue dances behind them?

Well, OK, that’s not the Christian Mesiah. It's me back when I was a dirty long-hair. And the suave Prince of Darkness is in fact Cornflake, and not Satan. The white cloud of energy emanating from my head is real though, and not our stoned friend sticking his finger in front of the lens. You see, I had the power of THE LORD coursing through my veins!

This was from a couple of years ago, and what a night it was. With no party of our own, we crashed about a half-dozen random gatherings, with hilarious results. By the end of the night, we had a small army of drunken revelers following us to whatever our next party was. If the party host gave us any shit, I’d just say, “Let us in! The lord demands it!” And then my followers would begin chanting. I mean, what could the hosts say? It’s the lord we’re talking about!

Ah, sacrilegious good times.

Man I love Halloween.