We left before dark to the Flying Leap. Had to, because they descend when the sky darkens, when the light fades. Hordes of them, they come in vans, buses, trucks to knock on doors and demand candy. Not just a piece of candy, but hand fulls of it.
It takes bags and bags of candy to go through a Halloween here in the hood. All the houses lined up neat in rows, street lights, few gates and they come from miles away to beat on the doors long into the night.
We use to stay and give out candy, but it ran into thirty bucks plus one year and after we were emptied, they took coins until we locked the door and turned off the light. And they're not kids either, I mean, the ones that have sprouted pubes. Many of them looked old enough to drive themselves around. It's a rip off.
We had a few drinks and passed the time with other guys in the bar before having dinner downstairs. When we got home it was ten and still the vans were pulling up and letting kids out. Dafney pullled up to the house and let us out quick. we ran into the house locking the door behind us and kept the lights down low.
It truly is a horror.
Stories from living in Los Angeles
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