Hello Hallowed Eve

In a night of misfits and tricked tricks, Adam and I found ourselves amidst throngs not of ghouls and goblins but rather scantily clad women and costumed prowlers. Ironic how the holiday which once represented youthful joy and trust in strangers has become one in which we must watch our backs and there are those who prey on the naivety of others. Ha, I laughed as one group of girls blew a whistle every time some guy went to talk to them. Now that I look back on this I realize how precautions such as this aren't quite as funny as I thought; for in some cases it is a necessity to lose trust in those around us. I guess the lesson is that we must all learn to keep our wits about us and our guard up even as we enjoy ourselves; don't shut yourself off to the world, but don't open the door too wide either.

With Adam dressed as "white trash" ( donning a trashbag in a poncho-like manner) and myself laced up with cards, we got dropped off on Broadway St. in Nashville; we had set out to look for a mansion party we had been invited too. We walked around asking for 4th St. and after getting turned around on the bridge which would have led us there,(Adam changed direction to talk to a man with his fingers to his lips) we found ourselves back where we started. Stopping to talk to a man with a guitar in the doorway of a local shop we received our best advice of the night; "whatever you do, don't cross that bridge, there isn't no mansions over there"-J.C. James

Apparently this ManOnTheSideOfTheRoad had been there and done that, and what's more, he was willing to share his experience with us. He had been a cab driver in his former life and knew all about the other side. We were about to willing to walk blindly into a part of the city full of "drug dealers trying to get to you, and undercovers trying to get them";

Once learning this, we abandoned our quest for mansion magic and decided to wander the street we were on; which happened to be teeming with people.

What set us apart from all those around us, besides our cheap homemade costumes, was our Patriots hats which covered our out-of-place heads. The comments began early, ranging from simple statements such as"that's cold, man." and moving onto the confrontational (and false) hollerings of "Patriot's suck"

Of course, Adam simply took these moments as just another chance to strike up a conversation and managed to turn (most of) these comments into an excellent chance to tell anyone he could an abbreviated version of our story. It went something like this "We're from Massachusetts, headed to Cali. We just happen to be in Tennessee for Halloween."

On top of spreading our story, Adam also volunteered me up for magic tricks at every turn; and people were loving it, those willing to take the time to watch any ways.

We ended up being video taped and given money by the third group of people that observed us in our "act" enjoying it so much that they said they were going to put it on youtube. The rest of the night followed the same rough format. It was the best Halloween either of us have experienced thus far.