Introduction and Honorable Mentions #1: Halloween: A Surrealistic Nostalgic and Loving Tale

Introduction.

by Bryan Santizo

Ah yes, the runner ups, the almost made its, the cesspool of everything, ever. Here in these confines one can find those days that struck as memorable, the days in which we played merely for games. In their vague and quasi-mystical meanings hidden beneath by instant gratification, bad moods and selfish people. But all is not to be negative, no, some stories begin faltering, only to be redeemed in the end, others end where they being, and some only are retold to remind us that some things will never change, only our perception to it. All who enter, lose all hope of moral fear and judgment.

#1 "Halloween: A Surrealistic Nostalgic and Loving Tale"

By Bryan Santizo

I enjoyed Halloween when I was much younger, something some sort of aspect of dressing into the most irregular form of clothing was attractive at the time, whatever the hell that is supposed to mean in my childhood (and I'm sure it's something BAD) I've come to learn this year Halloween is more than the sum of its parts. A manifestation of "let's do this because goddamn I'm trying to find the door to happiness and perhaps it is here and not in the other four thousand places I've searched in."

A surrealistic journey if there was one, surrounded by ghosts calling back to the bedsheets of the lightest winters, my good willed yet not exactly high fidelity drummer, and a companion who reminds me of times that no longer exist. Our initial destination was at Chipotle, for nothing says "I'm cool" than showing up and demonstrating how to wrap your comrade in aluminum foil. But this, this feeling of awkwardness that one would normally allow to tangle true feelings, that was dispelled, just fucking annihilated.

I came to realize, who cares about such small details, I mean for the love of all things related to sarcasm, I was dressed like fucking Hank Hill. And guess what? I escaped the clutches of mundane surroundings, not bogged down by stupidity or gossip mongering bitches. I had found once again what made childhood's Halloweens so great, so DIFFERENT.

Having escaped, I immediately recharge my vigor and settled down in my new found yet temporary paradise of company. Temporary because like all great things, they must end or else the stagnation grows, and so does the wicked thought of separation by cruel means. (Like many things, am I right?) But it ran its course perfectly, from trick or treating to tossing around a ball of mighty aluminum to myself being called a heathen by a stray duo of church folk, this was the heartfelt thrilling celebration I was waiting for, and I would not have had it any other way.

In the most unexpected of gatherings I had found happiness and a resolve to further continue my journeys for such warmth in the coldest of eras.