I hate this night. I hate that it makes me a person so truly removed from the real me; this man who sits in silence in his parlor purposely quarantined from his family is not who I want to be. But on Halloween night, this awful impostor wafts over me like morning fog, and I know theres no resisting him. Like one anticipates the common cold brought on by a harsh winter, I know this broken and terrified man will soon be visiting when the evening of October 31st falls upon us. And on this yearly autumn night, he will sit and drink. And remember.

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