Sometimes, a cowboy is just a man in a cowboy suit.

Never is this more true than on Halloween. Here, Halloween is a pretty big deal. I've never been able to understand why, exactly this has come to be, but it's true. I figure the primary reason is that it's an excuse to gather up about 20,000 people in the street in silly (and also often revealing) costumes, and drink until their asses almost fall off.

Being that I don't drink, or really understand the fit raised over Halloween here, myself and a friend ordered Chinese food and played Silent Hill 4: The Room. There is no drunken frat boy on the face of this planet, no matter how costumed, as scary and creepy as silent hill. Well, unless you factor in their social graces, then they're horrifying.

We've almost beat the game, and I am really enthralled by its storyline even though it has not even the remotest semblance of sense to it. I'm going to put the plot stuff here as a spoiler, so if you don't want to read it, don't highlight it. It's basically about this guy who, as a boy, was seperated from his mother and father and ended up in a cult. This cult taught him how to "bring his mother back" but it turns out it was all a farce (supposedly, I haven't reaced the end yet). Now, he's basically trying to summon the devil by killing people. The kicker? He's dead now. So, here's where you come in. All the sudden, weird stuff starts to happen in your apartment, the doors are all chain locked, there are holes in your walls leading to places you know, except they're all rusted and covered in "meat" It's all this dead guy's fault and guess what, you're the last step in his plan to summon the devil. So, you've got to stop him. He thinks hi mother is your apartment, that's why it's happening to you, because he never knew his real mother. All he knew is that he came from that apartment. Weird, eh? and that was fun. However, the interesting part was when I was going back home.

I've never seen the likes of this before. I walked by a half dozen bunny girls ( :-O furries) a dude wearing nothing but a cod piece, and another girl who was about 12 seconds away from falling dead on her ass, just to name a few. Of course, I was wearing my "smirking bastard" costume, because I found the entire situation quite amusing.

The characters Halloween brings out is amazing. These are people I have classes with, and on a usual day, they would act nothing like this, but on this night, they go buck ass wild. I always expect some kind of riot or fire with all these drunk people gathered in some sort of dress-up symposium, but it never happens. One day, I pledge this to be my sociological experiment: Why grown, intellegent (for the most part) people would engage in such activity. Sure, it's fun. Yeah, it's nice to be something other than yourself sometimes. Maybe it just wasn't made for my understanding; which is perfectly fine with me.

I've always thought about joining in (hey, psychology people, you know what this says about me right?), but never had the will to actually do it. I don't like crowds, they make me nervous. So...yeah.

May you always live in interesting times, I know I do.