Plan B

Bought one of those elaborate rubber prosthetic face-masks at fucking Ricky's for Halloween. A skull face. It was going to be cool as hell. I was going to be "Axl Rose" from the classic Appetite for Destruction crucifix:

Had it all worked out...

... but the damned thing was a lot more cumbersome to apply than I anticipated... so a cool $20 down the shitter, I desperately raced for Plan B, which was to just use makeup to create a skull-face. Which ended up looking more like a clown deal, but whatever.

Halloween was grand. The Village was a large-scale madhouse. The Girl dressed up as Minnie Mouse and looked positively fracking adorable.

Now we're at November. The day before the general election.

You know what to do, America. Don't bungle this one up, yeh?