I don't do anything for Halloween. I carry Halloween inside of me.

Don't mess with me, lady. I've been drinking with skeletons.

I don't do costumes, I don't do sh_t like that. I love Halloween as a concept, but do I actually go out and do things? No. Trick or treating? Pain in the ass. Hate answering the door all night long. I do love fall, which is bad because I live in Los Angeles.

With a rasping cough, the vampire shakes its head. "It was you who called us. All of you, with your war. The roar of your cannons shook us from our quiet graves.

Okay, I know I said I wasn't going to shake things up, but we're going to have to get some pants on this one.

Since the beginning of the world, a prayer is a prayer and a curse is a curse-- no matter the people-- no matter the language-- Man has given a thousand different namesto his god, but look into the face of each one-- long enough-- hard enough-- You will find one truth.

I don't do anything for Halloween. I carry Halloween inside of me.