But bad in a different wayAll hollows eveHalloweenI took them trick-or-treating againI love taking kids out on this nightThey are all home nowSafe and...soundI didn't feel the bad until I leftSo I know that the bad is not themThe bad happens close to meBut not to meI am walkingKnowing the bad is comingOnce I feel the bad it has always comeI have always known when bad things were comingWhen grandpa died I knewI tried to stop it thenWhen it came for my cousinI tried to stop it thenWhen the fire. This night had been the almost boring routine of stopping petty robberies in service stations and convenience stores, so we were looking forward to a little time in the swimming pool before bed. Yes, we still went to bed even though it was not necessary, it just was an ingrained habit. Gecko was looking out her window when she gasped in surprise and exclaimed, "My God! Did any of you guys see that?"We all craned to see what she was talking about and saw, off in the distance, a plume of fire. My best friend Al and I had spent the night wandering from bar to bar near Fisherman's Wharf on our first night after getting to San Francisco. Al and I are both 35, and were here for a conference that was going to be more vacation than work, and we had decided to see some of the more exotic nightlife in town. I knew I had drunk too much, but I didn't feel at all like I had a hangover. I scanned the room without getting out of bed. Maybe that was it. It looked like I was in the wrong room. This. He saw the girls lean in and start whispering. Jay wondered if Faith has ever told any of her friends about their after school session last year. The girls finished their ice cream and started to head toward their car when Faith walked over to Jay and handed him a napkin with a note on it. "Text me when you get off ❤ - Faith" with her phone number on it. Jay smiled at her and wondered what was on her mind. When Jay got off work he pulled Faith's number out and texted her. They had a good time.