Back to the basics

To 2009, the year we went pantsless, I submit: a retro movie montage from your favourite Scientologist.

In the beginning, there was fire. It came from the apartment upstairs, some laundry dryer gone a bust. The people piled out in partial costume, smoking cigarettes and eating pizza on paper plates. Men with hoses rode on elevators and we climbed the stairs. It smelled like smoke, no bother. On goes the music, pour the first glass…

Then off come the pants. Just for the night, a Tom Cruise teenage tale. We’re outdoors near water, under the damp city smell. The torches warm the floor, where I dance in socks and underpants. The bunny jumps, the beat goes on, we move and shake. And like all the characters in nearby buildings, we pretend.

To the bar hopping, trick-or-treating participants, I say: play on.

Yours truly,
Risky Business