Happy Halloween.

There was a strobe light in one corner of the basement; it was all we had to see down there amongst the Top 40 pop and the recently pubescent boys and girl dry humping in the corner where their parents couldn't come downstairs and see them. All I saw, between each consecutive flicker of the light, was that stupid fucking grin on his stupid fucking face. I contemplated slamming his head into a wall momentarily, only to remember how trapped I am in this stupid, weak little body. Catullus found me in a corner later that night and told me he hoped I'd be alone for the rest of my life.

Alone or not, I find myself in a basement every year, surrounded by people I don't know bent at familiar 90 degree angles, yelling song lyrics I wish I didn't know. It's not as bad as he hoped - or, at least, he wouldn't think so.