If I were to take part in Halloween—which I will not be doing tonight—I would be dressed as this boy. And maybe if a shrunken motorcycle jacket, bleached and bare-knee jeans, and a Ramones tee (and possibly a Gabba Gabba Hey! sign) had shown up at my door in a parcel, I might have backcombed my hair and shoved it in front of my eyes and taken part. I have the completely dirtied Keds. Instead, mochas, popcorn, Mary Poppins, and Esopus Magazine seem more worthy.