Nobody got our costumes, but that’s ok. We were happy little nerds anyways.
In this house, we listen to Warren Zevon — the rock n’ roll prodigy, renowned LA curmudgeon/asshole, and singer that Gen Z doesn’t know enough about to cancel though would cancel if they did.
Because of our love for Zevon, we dressed up as two of his famous Halloween-centric songs: “Werewolves of London” and “Roland the Headless Thompson Gunner.” If we had more friends who actually listened to Zevon, we would have recruited a lawyer with guns and money for our Halloween escapades.
We walked the streets of Boulder and Denver (not Soho in the rain) hoping that someone would recognize our nerd fest, but alas. Many people asked for photo ops though, and a handful clapped and screamed “Well done!”
“You like Warren Zevon?!” we’d scream back.
“Who?” was the response we’d received.
After a while we realized people liked our costumes because they thought my boyfriend was a wolf who enacted revenge on a hunter.
