the devil's in the details.

Everyone kept calling us a fuckin Pollock, which I finally began to ignore by the end of the evening.
A Russian Whore cried, two Yip-Yips yipped, there was a young Priest, an old Priest and a girl with a bloody vagina. 
We destroyed public property, walls of homes, cars, other costumes and one very angry boys cardigan.
Devil's night was quite the treat.