Saturday 15 June 2019

'Halloween, 1992' by Steve Chang

Halloween, 1992

Nobody said, Listen up, but when it was time to drop Dougie, we all knew. He’d been hanging around too much. He’d gotten too comfortable, laughing at his own jokes and arching his too-thin eyebrows.

He had to go.

We had him meet us at the park on 2nd, by the benches, where we silently gathered. Little Tim had swapped out his fat Adidas laces for skinny black ones. He tightened them carefully. We didn’t bother dressing up or putting on monster masks. We were 13. We were what we were.

We’d told him the plan for Halloween—kicking pumpkins and snatching candy sacks from the kids—so he arrived ready for pranks, rocking a lit-up devil horns headband, and saying Boo! and laughing: at us.

This only confirmed our opinion of him.

At the first house, he ran up the porch steps before anyone and booted that pumpkin into pulp and shrapnel, always so eager, trying so hard.

While we walked away from the light, Little Tim said, Ay. You got pumpkin on my pants. Dougie was still laughing. Sorry. You see that though? That pumpkin fucking blew up.

Yeah, said Little Tim, blew up all over my pants.

Then he hit Dougie in the mouth.

Hey what the hell?

Timmy hit him again, and we circled the two, to keep the fight fair, we said. But Dougie didn’t fight very hard. We didn’t have to do anything. He dropped on his own.

We stepped away from him curled on the sidewalk: a spit-out thing. He didn’t say, Fuck you guys, or ask why. He seemed to know. He must’ve been heartbroken.


These days, he works in sales. In his Facebook photos, he’s always in suits, always smiling. In the end, he had turned out OK it seems, better than we had—just as we’d suspected he might all along.

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