Costumes + our Pal "Head"
In a fit of rage, Tim threw Head down the street, but then realized what he had done. He quickly ran after head, but the damage had been done. We would all never be the same after that day.
In this picture, Tim is full of laughter, but if you ask him to recount that day, he will retreat to a corner and hang his head in sorrow.
There are sometimes, and the list is growing, where I really don't understand this kid. Standing there on our porch holding a severed head, with an evil look in his eye made some of the neighborhood kids run away crying. And look closely over his left shoulder, you can catch a glimpse of Dave Foley standing inside away from all of our crazy stunts with Head.
To cope with the events of that day, Tim put on a Darth Maul mask and robe, went outside, and scared the heck out of the dog. She's seen a lot of crazy things living with us, but nothing could compare to that day. Once again, the neighborhood wasn't safe, even in the daytime, and children again hid in their closets
The whole purpose of that day was to weird people out as they drove down our quiet little 'Tosa street. The best thing about it was the fact it worked. Imagine if you were driving and saw kid dressed up like Darth Maul. Bet that would make you think twice about driving in that neighborhood ever again.
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