g out its understandable frustration on people with the nerve to own amplifiers.)

My first I.V. Halloween involved cashing my first-ever newspaper check, wearing grotesque masks and guzzling whiskey at a special press screening of a Chinese film called "Rickshaw Boy," getting punched in the stomach by an angry woman who mistakenly thought I fondled her, searching desperately along the beach for my best bud (who was later to show up with a missing fingernail), and more. Such is Isla Vista. The experience formed the nucleus of my first breakout piece for the paper, a 37-inch monster -- probably the only thing I've ever written stoned -- comparing the Rickshaw Boy to the Long Beach hicks who got stomped by I.V.'s Halloween Darwinism. Or something like that....

Happy Halloween, weirdos!

Posted by at October 31, 2002 09:25 PM
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I never went to an IV Halloween. Maybe that's how I was able to graduate from UCSB on an accelerated schedule of only 12 years.

Posted by: Mike at November 1, 2002 07:39 AM

You may want to scope the latest Nexus blotter. The Foot Patrol, in these enlightened times, seems to be breaking up random drunken hookups on the street.

Posted by: Marc Valles at November 2, 2002 01:47 AM

I was reminiscing this past Halloween about Halloween 1988 and 1989 for some friends who had never had the dubious pleasure of experiencing an IV Halloween. The Halloween extravaganzas were never as big in the couple of years after that (amazingly, I successfully negotiated the 4-year graduation plan), and it seems that the event has yet to return to its former glory (much to the relief of the Foot Patrol and IV slumlords, no doubt). The police-state-style barriers to entering the fine hamlet of Isla Vista probably had something to do with that. And who didn't have a professor schedule a midterm for November 1!

Posted by: Dave at November 4, 2002 12:42 PM
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