The demon on the left is a very old friend, giving a reluctant sanguine glower for the camera.
The guy on the right. Well... that's me.
While at the time I was certain I'd executed a passable job of ghoulish fiend, I see now that I actually bear a more than uncanny resemblance to the Bride of Frankenstein. And - good grief - that's all my own hair.
My mother chose to photograph us in a setting that truly befit our hellish origins.
Her lounge room.
Note the many shades of floral beige that bedeck this unseemly demonic plane.
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