If you ask any Hollywood resident living in the vicinity of Hollywood Blvd, I would guess that most of them would say that Halloween night is one of the wildest nights of the year. That only the brave and stupid would venture out after 6 pm—especially in a car.

Well, for the past ten years I was not brave, but stupid, and for reasons I don’t even know why, Halloween Night is something I intentionally avoided every time it came around. However, this year was different, so for first time ever, I finally walked into the heart of darkness armed with an old Konica point and shoot, and it did not disappoint.

From the girls to the zombies to the thugs and the cops, the night was filled with an addictive energy that I’ll just have to wait another year to experience.

Now if I only had a Delorean and an ’80s puffy vest, so I could travel back in time and capture the previous ten Halloweens I missed.

More photos after the jump.

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