There comes a time on every dark and spooky Halloween when every young hopeful must ask is it really worth the long and eerie walk of trepidation just for a measly pair of wax lips?
Am I dating myself? Do the still sell wax lips? For that matter, why did they ever sell those things? All I know is that Muldoon, the beloved, half-dingo, toothless mutt of my youth, absolutely refused to wear those things no matter how many times we tried.
Original 4 x 4 gallery-wrapped mini painting in a private collection.
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