image: rain boots. washington ave. september 2009.My grandfather used to come home from work and he'd stomp twice on the porch with his big boots and he'd say, it's time to be afraid and we'd start screaming and my sister hid behind the piano and I'd hide in the closet that smelled like moth balls and it would get very quiet and then we he would say, it's time to be very afraid and then we'd start laughing and he'd drag us out, one under each arm, and give us toffee and chocolates and to this day whenever someone says it's time to be afraid, I scream for a little while like everybody else, but I'm really just waiting for the treats.
-Brian Andreas, StoryPeople
