El fin de Summer

The movie was over so Halloween picked me up from the mall. He was wearing his pumpkin head even though I told him I thought the one of the vampire was neat. We drove low in his car through evening and fragrance. Late August will always be jasmine and knife fights. The dead skin flavor of old chewing gum. The rustling of autumn's approach. We slowed down to offer Halloween's little cousin a ride. Halloween got pissed that his cousin was wearing the family's best werewolf head. Pinche cabron - a werewolf head to the pool. Halloween's cousin is cute and looked pretty tough as a werewolf. I thought that maybe I was wrong about the vampire head. We all called him Spooky and Spooky wanted to go to the mall but Halloween said he wasn't going back to no fucking mall so we just ended up going out onto Cedar or Merriwether or whatever the long canyon road's called. I was bored so I grabbed at the slicked-down werewolf head and Spooky made a funny howl and then so did Halloween. I howled because it was hot. And because school would start again. And because my own head would never be changeable.