Call me strange, but one of the few places I call home is somewhere I would never want to live. But there is something about the Fremont Street Experience that keeps calling me back for my birthday. Maybe it is the cheap Vegas camping within walking distance, or perhaps it has something to do with the fact I celebrate my birthday on Halloween, and well…the sights are something to see on Fremont street when the freaks come out. Even more so that night.

Wanna see something really scary?

Scary Fremont Street Halloween Photos

I’ve been wearing the same costume – almost every year – for more than 30 years.

The whole Death thing has evolved more into my High Priest of the Undead persona.

It’s not a costume, it’s a character. 

From the looks I always get, I must say, I think I’ve got this one down.

But I’m certainly not the scariest sight on Fremont Street.

Not by far.

I must admit though, this year was rather tame compared to our previous Halloweens.

Though I must also admit, I have developed a decent aversion to clowns over the years too.

All the while, I have also developed a rather fond taste for Nacho Daddy. The queso is to die for…

And it is a given, that I have the prettiest little piñata. Spank her and she poops candy!

Until next time…

Cheers, or rather… Hasta la proxima vez. ¡Salud!