“There was these things, these killer clowns, and they shot popcorn at us! We barely got away!”
This isn’t Killer Klowns From Outer Space and there aren’t really alien clowns out to get anyone, as far as we know, except for the one in my apartment affectionately named ‘Shorty’. He isn’t here to turn us all into cotton candy to be eaten by other clowns, he just wanted a sweet pumpkin with his face carved into it. However, Shorty was a little put off that he wasn’t invited to TriAd’s first annual BYOP (Bring Your Own Pumpkin) party, he therefore felt compelled to have me carve the biggest pumpkin he could find. So with a stack of horror movies and a small sampling of craft pumpkin beer we set to work on quite possibly the largest pumpkin I’ve ever worked on.