Halloween, 1997. It was a dark and Stormy Night. Harold decided he was going to Trick or Treat, even though he was technically two years past the age limit. (He was fairly underdeveloped, so he was certain he wouldn’t get hassled about it.) He crafted a costume – he tried for Prince in Purple Rain, but finally settled for a one eyed, one horned, flyin’ Purple People Eater – and set out to find Strangers with Candy.
...or so I tell myself.










