Stuff & Junk
I haven't been much of a Halloween fan since 1993, when a longtime girlfriend left me to run away with vampires. Live-action role-playing vampires, to be precise — a mob of quasi-goth wingnuts running the local "Vampire: The Masquerade" game. After weeks of babbling about "the Clan Ventrue" and "bloodwine," my girl finally packed up her kit and coffin and transmogrified herself out of my life two weeks shy of All Hallow's Eve. I spent the holiday, and most Halloweens after that, sitting in gloomy bars muttering obscenities into my wolfbane. Nothing could scare me.
By Geoff Carter | October 7, 2005
