As promised

Here’s what the scents looked like.

We got into a little heroin smell fight before going out.

I had to quickly drop an absentee ballot in the mail before getting on the train (yes on weed/yes on dog racing).

Sam felt really anxious on the train because he reeked of heroin. Luckily there were cops everywhere.

Around 8th avenue my costume’s novelty wore off and I started to feel queasy, though I was turning a lot of heads.

Smelling like a corpse, I needed to find a non-judgmental place that embraced alternative forms of spirituality, so I went to Alex Grey’s Chapel of Sacred Mirrors. After five minutes I was whipped in the face by a glow stick and had to take a handful of Xanax to avoid having a panic attack. Then I decided to curl up in the fetal position under this incredible painting of an exploding vagina chakra.

After that I threw in the towel and took a bath, thus concluding the smelliest Halloween of my life.

HAMILTON MORRIS