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My Favorite Halloween Story
By: Greg Goodsell / Bakotopia.com contributos
Description: Politically incorrect costumes are always the best way to go as you'll find out HERE!

Topics: Halloween Costume, october, 2007, 1982, Greg Goodsell, Bakotopia, Bakersfield, blog, Culture, comedy
Posted by Bakontributor Tue Oct 16, 2007 14:53:13 PDT
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My Favorite Halloween Story
Politically incorrect costumes are always the best...

By Greg Goodsell, Bakotopia.com Contributor

In the early ’80s, I took to wearing suits. I thought it made me look serious and dramatic, but my friends and acquaintances felt otherwise.

“You look like a preacher!” was what I heard more often than not.

Invited to a Halloween party in 1982, I decided to take this idea to its logical extreme.

Taking my disco-era blue checked suit that I had graduated high school in, I added a few accessories: mirrored sunglasses and a gold cross on one lapel. I rubbed removable black hair dye into my hair and slicked it back with pomade. I gathered a Bible, a rubber snake and a gun replica into my hands before I added the final accessory: three Kool Aid packets adorning the other lapel. I was big hit that evening in my disguise as the Reverend Jim Jones.


(The real Jim Jones)

This being a mere four years after the mass suicides in Jonestown, Guyana, the horrors of Jones' People Temple remained fresh in most people's minds. Some quibbled over the tastefulness of such a costume, but overall, it did its job in making others laugh at death, which in effect is what Halloween is all about, anyway.


(Greg Goodsell as a more fashionably hip Jim Jones in'82)


I revived the outfit again in 1985, at a party attended by several punk rockers. Everyone had their own horror story about dealing with men of the cloth to share with me, and they all said I had by far the scariest costume there. Everybody elected to go trick-or-treating up and down Oleander Avenue afterward, and so people along that tree-lined street would open their doors to surly boys and girls in the heir late teens, early 20s, screaming “trick-or-treat!”

People were first intimidated, but then saw me and automatically assumed that I was a preacher taking some wayward youths down the street for some odd “reparative therapy.”


(The original weapon of mass destruction)

A few older married couples took me aside to tell me about the wonderful job I was doing for the area's troubled youth. It all flew over their heads when I smiled cryptically and offered them a mason jar full of foul purple liquid and said, “Have some Kool Aid …”


*Originally printed in Bakotopia Magazine, Issue 13, 10 - 19 - 07
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