The year - 1983.
The costume - Bacon and Eggs.
Mom got the brilliant idea from some ladies magazine. You can't imagine what a bitch it was to carry the bacon, so my mom taped it to the egg part. The bacon kept falling off, so before ringing doorbells, I would ditch the bacon in a bush. The problem was I looked even weirder without the bacon.
Favorite comment: "What are you a nun?"
Yeah, I'm a Jewish boy nun with two strips of bacon. Gimme some candy.
Incidentally, that's my brother on the left. Moments after trick-or-treating he murdered our sister Judith with a kitchen knife.
