Danzig

So there I was. Glenn Danzig, sitting in the bed in a motel room somewhere, I can't quite remember where, Glenn Danzig does not need to remember these things. All I know is I was relaxing in my bed after a long day of doing Glenn Danzig things like milking goats and punching small children. It was dark outside apart from the subtle purple glow of the local Chuck E Cheese. My eyelids were beginning to get tired, but then I beat them up. Glenn Danzig decides when Glenn Danzig wants to sleep. ... read more