Sunday, October 13, 2013
In Memoriam: Ted Hollister
Shit, Earl, its Ted Hollister.
You dumb son of a bitch, you said you saw Myers.
Poor, Ted Hollister. Who knows what you were doing out late that dreaded Halloween night in 1988. You couldn't even have the luxurious statistic of being one of Michael Myers victims. For some apparent reason, during the town curfew you were out in the park doing who knows what. It couldn't have been something too good, for when the militia of armed rednecks with itchy trigger fingers were on the prowl you rustled around in the bushes as opposed to coming out and greeting them. Nonetheless, you did not deserve the fate you received.