It’s Halloween. The night that the kids get candy and the adults get loaded. I’ll be wearing a typical Lazy Dad-style costume. You know what I mean, those half-baked, low-effort get-ups that a perhaps slightly-tippled dad wears as he trails behind his kids with a flashlight, wishing he’d remembered to bring along his flask. This year I’ll be digging out my old leather jacket, Clash t-shirt and jump boots, slapping on some white face paint, and calling myself The Ghost of My Punk Rock Past. And I will not forget my flask. Happy Halloween!