When life gives you lemons, make lemon grenades. Then throw them at life for not giving you cherries.
"You okay, Rox?" Jules asks me. "You look lost in thought."
"I'm fine," I say. "We've done this a million times."
Jules grins. "Halloween wouldn't be the same without it."
Every Halloween since we were fourteen, and starting to enter the emo-edgy phase, we dress in costumes, tell either my or Jules' mom we were Trick-Or-Treating, and sneak out to a 7-11, where we change into all black camo clothes. Then we graffiti a haunting mural on one of the city's underpasses. It gets scrubbed off every November 2nd, but it's major talk here. Everyone wants to know who Insomniac is (that's our graffiti name.)
This year, our mural is of a girl being possessed. Her eyes glow red and her hands reach out.
"We're fighting our own demons this year," Jules had said, "and so is she."