Well, well, well. Devil’s Night is upon us again. Thought we’d throw a little party, start a bunch of fires, make a little profit.
Problem is, it’s all been done before, you see what I’m saying?
Wrong, that’s the best reason to quit. The only reason to quit. Man has an idea. The idea attracts others, like minded. The idea expands, the idea becomes an institution. What was the idea? You see, that’s what’s been bothering me boys. When I tell you when I used to think about the idea itself, it put a big ol’ smile on my face. You see gentlemen, greed is for amateurs. Disorder, chaos, anarchy. Now that’s fun!
What about it? I started the first fires in this goddamn city. Before I knew it every charlatan and shit heel was imitating me. You know what they got now? Devil’s Night greeting cards. Isn’t that precious.
The idea has become the institution, boys.
Time to move along.
[I remember what influenced me as a kid, and I honor that now.]