Yes. That's a puddle of vomit in that picture.
Halloween is a funny holiday. As we are all aware by now, it's not just a holiday in which kids dress up and ask for candy and people decorate their homes with spooky themes in some vague reminiscence of a Druid New Year Festival.
1. an opportunity for adult women to tap into their inner Raging Sluts and make even the most subdued outfit choice (garbage bag?
2. an opportunity for all parents to see their kids at their very worst –with a raging sugar high and in a mob mentality– in one of their cutest phases (young, adorably decked, fawned over by others), all at the same time.
3. an occasion to encourage raging Evangelical Christians to decry the horror and devil worship and debauchery that is Halloween. (I'm thinking they don't like candy corn)
4. an opportunity to see which of your neighbors are the fun ones, and which ones are just no fun at all. (Raging fun?)
5. and finally, an opportunity to see vomit upon a city sidewalk. The raging part is optional here, I think.
I realize that people throw up on sidewalks with some frequency. I still remember a girl I used to know in high school, who was complaining that her stomach hurt and she felt woozy all during the ride to school. As soon as the buses arrived and we started going up the hill, she turned a violent shade of green and a few seconds later, we were treated to seeing her projectile vomit onto the corner of a building in an apotheosis of retroperistaltic power.
I can close my eyes and see her vomiting prowess, fifteen years later.
But vomit is sometimes all that remains, isn't it?
All those 75% off decorations and must-sell signs and half-opened polyester wonders bear a stark resemblance to vomit, just as much as this candy-overload picture does.
Vomit: it's what remains.