Tayshawn Crunk does not do Halloween. He claims that the candy is bad for him, which is true, and that dressing up is for “bitches”, which is debatable. He also hates pumpkins. The feel, the smell, the taste. None of them appeal to him.
This is not the full story, of course. After all, who really hates Halloween (except maybe hardcore Christian types, which he isn’t)?
When he was 6, little Tayshawn begged to be allowed out at Halloween. He had made himself a ghost costume out of a bedsheet, and was super proud of it. Unfortunately, his mom was working that evening and his dad had broken his leg in an accident at work. They couldn’t take him, so he had to stay in.
Young Tayshawn was having none of it. He put on his ghost costume, grabbed a pillowcase for candy, and sneaked out of his back door. He got most of the way round the block trick or treating, and had a pillowcase half full, when he ran into some bigger kids. Two skeletons and a Frankenstein. The skeletons asked for his candy. When he refused, the Frankenstein pushed him over and took his pillowcase. He ran home in his ripped sheet, upset.
Secretly, Crunk is still scared of skeletons and Frankensteins, and that’s why he does nothing at Halloween. He leaves out a bucket of candy, hides under his bed and jumps every time the doorbell rings.
This is not the full story, of course. After all, who really hates Halloween (except maybe hardcore Christian types, which he isn’t)?
When he was 6, little Tayshawn begged to be allowed out at Halloween. He had made himself a ghost costume out of a bedsheet, and was super proud of it. Unfortunately, his mom was working that evening and his dad had broken his leg in an accident at work. They couldn’t take him, so he had to stay in.
Young Tayshawn was having none of it. He put on his ghost costume, grabbed a pillowcase for candy, and sneaked out of his back door. He got most of the way round the block trick or treating, and had a pillowcase half full, when he ran into some bigger kids. Two skeletons and a Frankenstein. The skeletons asked for his candy. When he refused, the Frankenstein pushed him over and took his pillowcase. He ran home in his ripped sheet, upset.
Secretly, Crunk is still scared of skeletons and Frankensteins, and that’s why he does nothing at Halloween. He leaves out a bucket of candy, hides under his bed and jumps every time the doorbell rings.
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