Gideon said he wanted to go to a haunted house. We took him. We explained how it was going to be people in scary costumes, pretending to be monsters and using their imaginations. We asked the haunted house staff for the "mild" treatment. They obliged, the actors softened their performances, our guide didn't take us into the scariest rooms.
It was a horrible mistake. We almost made it out with just trembling and wincing, but then . . . then came the fucking clown.
It was all over after that.
Tonight we earned Gideon at least a year of therapy.
Speaking of right and wrong, Big Parade Pisser, Rauan Klassnik, interviews me at HTMLGIANT.