As previously announced, Mo and I went as Arya Stark and her buddy the Many Faced God:
or as every drunk person in Silverlake called it, Hot Jesus:
Most people didn’t immediately know who we were, and were perhaps more charmed by Giant Bernie Sanders head,
but we didn’t care. The actual scary thing is the The COMFORT AND JOY that we felt in our medieval garb, the ease with which we sank into our roles, the joy Mo felt in a hooded man dress, delving out vague and wise phrases, the DELIGHT I took in marching towards the glow of the 7-11 with my plastic sword, declaring it TIME FOR ADVENTURE.