Some nights I am truly a horrible person. But then, again, I embrace my weirdness.
That said - I was walking through the local cemetery last night after work (so you know, late), a group of teenagers walked up to me and explained they were scared to walk past it at night, so I told them I'd walk with them.
I said I understand - they used to freak me out when I was alive, too.
The looks on their faces were priceless, and I had to stop them from running by telling them, when I caught up, that I was joking.
but oh, yeah, I totally was laughing.
I'm going to hell. or something.