Halloween on Normal Avenue
“Well, first things first, buddy. It’s Halloween so you positively must have a costume. It would be bad form if you didn’t.” Shane said.
Billy rubbed his chin, musing on how he agreed but didn’t even have the slightest idea where he could get one. Especially since Billy only had twenty two bucks he had earned doing History home work for Tony Tran and that wasn’t going to buy much of a costume.
Shane put his arm around Billy’s shoulder and walked him over to Billy’s own closet, “That’s why I took the liberty of dusting off an old favorite of mine that I freed from an establishment down the street. I've never gotten around to wearing it, but I tell you, it’s so fucking choice. Suzy’s is certainly going to want you to stick your finger into her mouth and then her butt and then back in her mouth at the sight of you all studly in this thing.”
Shane gave the canary-in-the-mouth smile and then opened the closet: there was a pair of shiny black uniform shoes, black pants, a black short sleeve button up shirt, and… “A priest? You think it’s cool to dress up like a priest? So that people can associate me with which super cool concept, child molestation or abstinence?”
Shane sighed disgustedly and then pulled the whole outfit out on the hanger and held it up to Billy’s chest to see that it would fit. “It’s called irony, you clod. It’s so not cool to be a priest that it’s amazingly cool, especially if you’re running around raising hell.” Shane raised his eyebrow and then pulled four pills out of his breast pocket and handed two of them over to Billy. “Thanks for getting us all of us kids addicted to sweet double doses of amphetamines, doctors.”
