When I was a kid I had a wide variety of Halloween costumes. One year I was a werewolf. Another year a vampire. Once I was Doctor Doom and another time I was a Frenchman complete with a beret, mustache and baguette.
In my adulthood I have been very lazy about Halloween costumes. On and off I have stuck with the old reliable Clark Kent outfit. It’s an easy costume based on a recipe I stole from someone else. I put on my glasses, I part my hair, and I wear a suit with the tie loosened and the shirt unbuttoned halfway to reveal a Superman t-shirt. There was one year where I changed it up slightly with Bizarro Clark Kent. Bizarro is a failed deformed clone of Superman, so I assembled the same exact costume, but put zombie make-up on my face and to stay in character grunted incomplete sentence fragments. “Me no Clark Kent. Me Bizarro Kent Clark.” My voice was very hoarse at the end of the night.
There was one other year where I dressed up as Green Lantern. I put a mask on my face, bought a giant green ring, and put a Green Lantern t-shirt over a black long sleeve shirt. I looked like a genuine super-hero. The night after Halloween I went to a costume party, on the way home I stopped at a bar. Since it wasn’t Halloween exactly and was the night after, only a couple other people were dressed up. I was definitely the only superhero in the establishment and thus a couple drunk hipster super villains tried to pick a fight with me. They were doing their best to get under my skin. It was one of the few times I considered fighting a stranger. Fortunately cooler heads prevailed as I would have felt silly locked in a jail cell dressed like Green Lantern. The next year I went back to Clark Kent and there was no drama.
I am unsure how I will dress myself for this Halloween which means Clark Kent will most probably be reporting for duty.