Views from a BrewTown Sista (aka The Chronicles of Kayleah H. Madison)

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Ok, people. It's not my birthday yet. This coming Saturday (October 26th) will be the official day of me getting a year closer to keeling over. I will admit that I do get a little giddy and go bragging about it on facebook and/or twitter. Don't know why I do that so much! I have already been getting some well-wishers texting me about how to cope with getting older. Remember Pamela,my facebook friend? She says that yours truly "is so preoccupied with age" (her exact words), and that I am still young to do whatever you want to do in my life. This is coming from someone who has a good 10 years on me with a family and a writer herself. Go sue me! I've mentioned repeatedly that my life hasn't been as fruitful as I once dreamed about in my younger years. One blink I am a pre-teened wise-ass who spent A LOT OF TIME in front of the TV, something that routinely pissed my dad off. Few kids were in my neighborhood at that time, so I chatted to myself at lot, too

                                         It’s nearly the middle of my favorite month, October.  This normally means two things to me: Halloween, and of course, my birthday.  I’ll still be a giddy sumbitch when it comes to getting my scare on.  It’s usually more funny when you scare somebody else than the other way around, which has rarely happened.  Last year, I got to attend a Trunk or Treat gathering at my church. This is a safer way to do your trick-or-treating around Halloween.  Kids still get to dress up as who they desire, remaining in the church parking lot so their parents can keep an eye on them. I will admit that I personally never got to do any trick-or-treating when I was a kid. In Milwaukee, trick-or-treating was done solely during the daylight hours of 1:00-4:00pm on the Sunday before Halloween. How conservative they were! But there weren’t that many kids my age in the north side neighborhood where I grew up. Besides, my dad once saw me with a purple wig with golden str