Nathan Exposed: the naked truth about my gay life

One Halloween, when I was a little boy, I remember walking up to a house that had a scarecrow sitting on a stack of hay. He looked like a natural part of the decorations, blending in with the spider webs, pumpkins, and such.

As I stepped up onto the porch, the Scarecrow jumped at me, instilling fear in poor little Nathan that I have never forgotten. I probably never will!

I am almost certain at least one of you has a similar story. It’s mean, it’s awful, it scars children for life. I was always afraid to go trick or treating after that night.

…Which is exactly why I must do it to young children now that I’m an adult.

Should I do it? Would it be evil? Wickedly cruel? I’m thinking about it. Just imagine being the mean man who brought fear to children the rest of their lives on Halloween.

There is a perfect corner on our porch… they’d never even see me until… BOO!

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Fri, Oct 26, 2007 @ 1:29 am | Filed in Halloween | Permalink 3 Comments

    You’re lucky I don’t go Trick or Treating to your house. I’d be so mad that you scared me that I’d kick your butt.

    Posted by Rey Rey on Fri, Oct 26, 2007 @ 10:38 am

      that would be cruel. but fun!

      Posted by chris on Fri, Oct 26, 2007 @ 11:00 am

        That is so wickedly evil! I love it!!!

        Posted by Jeff on Sun, Oct 28, 2007 @ 2:22 am

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