Getting Morbid with the Bakers!!

So off we went to the Baker's Halloween Party. What a night. Lots of booze with the family and The Bakers. Even watched one gal, not pictured, pass out and retch. Hell, her ass was thrown into the bed of her boyfriend's truck, where she continued to retch on the ride home. I feel for her this morning.

To say that we had good time is an understatement. The Bakers are great company. Always full of history and stories, plus they like to eat and drink.

October

October is a damn good month around the Bill house. The wife and I decorate for Halloween. Attend a few booze swapping events. Share like-minded-tastes with like-minded-people. Good food and good booze all around. All of this builds up to the end of the month, Halloween. We drink beer and hand out candy, dress up and watch kids cry. We don't try to make kids cry it just happens. Last year a child wouldn't take candy from me cause I looked a bit horrid, hey it was Halloween. All the same I'll be posting a few picks from last year and this year. Notice the above picks, yeah, that's the front of my house from this year. Extreme? No, I wanted to hang baby doll heads and arms and legs spattered with blood from our trees. The wife said, best wait on that. Okay, okay. I write brutal prose and I have a brutal and creative mind. Art bleeds from body. I owe a big THANKS to my mother and step-father for some of the decor that I've not yet posted. Those'll be coming your way soon, along with the party shots from the Baker's Bash tonight. Till then have a beer and get the goggles on.

Plots With Guns 7

The Whore Hounds had to wake Israel up. Why? you ask. Cause Neil Smith worked his ass off again and delivered the goods. Keith Rawson and myself are sharing space with Stephen Graham Jones, Scott Phillips, Jonathan Woods, BV Lawson, Erik Lundy and others in the new issue of Plots With Guns, http://www.plotswithguns.com/index.htm, Be WARNED!! This issue is as gritty and nasty as ever. So skip your AA Meeting. Your Amphetamines and Crack. Get off your ass. Take the phone off the hook. Hide in your closet with a wireless connection. A PBR, a shot of Knob Creek. Kick back and get filthy.