I havenÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t had a ton of time to write lately because of the World Series, and some stuff IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ve done for Dime Magazine with Kyrie Irving and Penny Hardaway.Ã‚Â Expect some more next week, I have a couple of ideas IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ve wanted to put out there.
But for now, IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m enjoying the Halloween weekend. If youÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ve been a longtime reader of this site, you know I like everything about the holiday Ã¢â‚¬â€œ the movies, the decorations, all of it. ItÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s basically the only holiday I truly like, though New YearÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s isnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t that bad and IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m very slowly warming up to Christmas.
My belief is that youÃ¢â‚¬â„¢re never too old for Halloween; IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d better believe that, since IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m now 32. But for a few days a year, I think itÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s cool to embrace your weirdness and just enjoy the creepiness of this time of year. I donÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t get into the whole party thing Ã¢â‚¬â€œ I think about 98 percent of the people I see with their drunken nonsense in New York City are pathetic. I enjoy the holiday in other ways; snowed in today, I indulged in a double-feature of Death Proof and Drag Me To Hell.