First off, I'd like to apologize to the parents of this baby for commandeering his photo. Hopefully they have no qualms about it: but really, if they didn't want strangers looking at their babe then they shouldn't have posted his picture all over google.
On a totally unrelated note- my birthday is on mischief night. Now that I am older this is no longer a problem, however back in the days of going out and toilet-papering, this celebration usually impeded my fun. While all of my buds were out and about enjoying the omnipotent abilities that come from wielding a shaving cream can, I was stuck in a maudlin stupor. Naturally a gregarious and fun-loving individual, I was forced into being the pariah of the night-life festivity partakers. My friends used to stop by and 'decorate' my house every year, but this merely exacerbated the problem. Their toilet-paper canopies simply reminded me of the fun I wasn't having. I was in a state of abeyance - I couldn't complain about my friends coming, but I couldn't emulate happiness for them either. When they'd show up at my house I'd try to assimilate myself in with them, but they always had stories I couldn't relate to.
Now that I'm older I love throwing eccentric birthday bashes: apple picking, corn mazes, scary movies, pumpkin carving, haunted houses, costume parties, hunting for the Jersey Devil. All of these parties wouldn't have been possible if I had been born in the summer or the winter. I can't think of a better day for a birthday! I'm a fall baby by nature and a Halloween child by choice.
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