I am not talking about “Wiccans” or any practitioner of alternative faiths or lifestyles, in their flowing black Victorian garments of impracticability, pentagram pendants, and their "Blessed Be" greetings. I am not talking about the “Sexy Witch” seen in any costume shop around Hallowe’en, (most often found in the same aisle as the “Sexy Cat” costume, the “Sexy Rabbit” costume, the “Sexy Vampire” costume, ad nauseam.) Not Samantha from “Bewitched”, not the Archies comic book sorceress, “Sabrina the Teenage Witch” and not any alumna of Hogwarts.
I am talking about the scary witch. Green, mean, and a little obscene.
Former teacher, former construction worker, former mental health counselor, former software engineer, former cab driver, art school graduate, part-time cook, amateur musician and aspiring writer.
Continuously walking the line between being a heckuva nice guy and that thing you wanna chase out of town with torches and pitchforks.