Merv the pumpkin

Halloween. . .

I wasn't sure whether to join in the Halloween festivities, considering I haven't really been much for it up till now, but, I happened to be walking past the shop up the road, and picked up this kind of beat up pumpkin. I felt sorry for it. I named him Merv.

He's sitting somewhat precariously on the railing just out my back door. If he were to fall, he could possibly land on the guy who lives in the apartment down below (it's where his back door is), which might end our discussions about golf - ones I don't particularly contribute anything to considering I don't play. Being polite is a pain in the ass.

I don't have the heart to carve Merv up, so maybe I'll just leave him there, and wait for what's his name to come home - then wham-o, blame it on the wind. It's actually been pretty windy lately. . .I think his name is Reg or Tiger or something. . .