Celebrating Halloween is an art form. Last year, a local man caused a stir when he lit up a decked out display of Obama with a cash blockage up his backside while Palin hung off the chimney in full red suit and heels. I don’t doubt that this year will be any different in terms of making statements for Halloween. After all, it’s a great excuse to honor a centuries old pagan tradition, or if you’re feeling sexy, another reason to put your T and A on display. That’s where Santa Monica Boulevard comes in, or clubzone. Around California, there’s plenty to choose from for a frightful night: Universal Studios, Knottsberry Farm, Disneyland and of course, there’s always miles of pumpkin patches, like Mr. Bones’ Pumpkin Patch; A popular destination for celebrities.
Slowly but surely, the ghosts have moved in, the skeletons crept up out of their crypts and placed their bones about, the pumpkins are smiling and the mangled spiders have grown in size. My neighbors have a case of “Maman”:
I know the pictures have bad exposure, but all I had was a camera phone in 6am light, which is to say no light at all.
NO SAINTS IN L.A. 
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