This was my costume last halloween.

I called it the Ghost of October, 2004 Slowly Meeting his Tragic Demise.

The idea was that the entire thing would disintegrate as I walked around the neighborhood. Ideally, it would have totally come apart by midnight, but really--you pick your battles, right?

Construction required some assistance from Dad. It's kinda hard to simultaneously tape newspaper to yourself while making sure it forms a tight ring around you. You should try it! You'd be cool.

I ended up walking to Heather's house in it, but she was gonna be busy for a while and told me to come back a little later. So I did.

Explanations to the people at the doors ended up kinda futile. They'd say, "Oh, you must be the paperboy."

"Actually, I'm the Ghost of October, 2004."

". Oh."

"Y'see, as I walk, the costume tears itself apart gradually. So I'm slowly meeting my doom."

"Huh. Well, don't trip."

"I'll try not to, thank you."

They didn't really understand it.