Active rebellion.
Fortified in my need for solitude.
Will stay perched in the garage manufacturing ammunition for the coming weeks.
Have a strategy including a darkened house and vigilant ear.
Of course, one cannot shoot or even taze someone for playing a prank.
I will be ready with my mouth to shout and curse.
And my legs, my two best friends, will be ready to give chase.
But I will not hop.
I will not jump.
I am not Pavlovian, nor even a dog, trained to heed the call of kids, of teens...
Of shiftless teens too young to dislike Halloween.
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