DURST: The Month of October
October is the tenth month, although it got its name from the Latin word Octo, meaning "eight" because it used to be the eighth month of the year before Julius and Augustus conspired to have their load of egotistical crap dumped into the mix. The Romans dedicated this monnth to the god of war Mars and sacrificed a horse named October Equus to appease him. A race was run between two horses hauling chariots and the winner became the sacrificial victim. Which probably near the end, once the pattern was established, led to some very slow races. The Saxons called the month Wyn Monath, or wine month, because it fell during the season of wine making, although if it were up to those wacky Saxons, every month would have been named Wyn Monath. For me it's just the start of the deep comforting dark when they screw with our time. And of course that weird holiday spiral into angioplasty hell, when I eat myself sick on massive amounts of items with the nutritional value of sugar covered cardboard and bloat up like a poisoned toad. But the crisp dying of nature and the sweet smell of rot gives me a kind of serenity. And the bonfires are not all that unattractive to us sinners. Especially the ones that get out of hand. Will Durst has gotten out of hand.