In the 90’s. it’s Halloween. I live in a city within the Sonoran Desert of American West of the US.

I’m in a full Batman costume getting candy and doing my thing but I can barely see through the flimsy, cheap mask.

It’s dark out of course and on my way out from a house I trip over a walkway side brick and fall on a cactus plant.

I had to pick needles out from my ass the rest of the night. I mean, It could have been worse but the costume got most of it.

What’s the morale of the story? Tell me your thoughts.