Used to be one of my favorite holidays. I'd get dressed up to the nines, even if it was just to hand out candy at the door. In Wisconsin we'd have hot drinks for the parents as well.
Not so much these days. The porch light will remain off tonight. No candy at the Ragin' household. I think it's just a general malaise brought about by living in this shithole; I really don't feel like celebrating much while I'm stick in this cesspool of failure and despair.
In any case, I can't really afford to go buy tons of candy right now. So sorry, kids. Dave ain't got nothin' for ya.