DRINKING ZOMBIES until 3 am seemed like a good idea at the time, especially fun dressed up like a zombie. But the morning after, a rum hangover was the least of it. He’d passed out for the night in costume. Painfully removing the face paint revealed swollen eyes and ugly red blotches. The receptionist at work greeted him with: “Jeezus Blake, you look like a zombie!” All he could do is moan: “Trick or freakin’ treat.”

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