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The Meeting I met Marilyn Manson in the fresh produce section of the local A&P while shopping for the week’s groceries. He stood out from the crowd by virtue of the fact that he was completely naked except for a pair of bikini-cut jockey shorts. "You must be cold," I said. He smiled sweetly. He had an infectious boyish grin that could be clearly seen even through the smear of blood that surrounded his mouth. "Thanks for your concern," he answered, "but I’m fine." "I didn’t know that people like you actually shopped," I said, groping for a way to keep the dialog flowing. "I don’t. I shoplift." "It must be tough with just a pair of bikini briefs on. I hope you don’t get caught. I once read that you believe anyone who gets caught shoplifting should be executed for being so stupid." "So you know who I am." "Of course. Everyone knows that -- you’re Trent Reznor."
Marilyn picked me up at eight on the dot. He drove up in a Porsche 911. "I know, I know," he said, shifting into first, "you’re surprised that I didn’t arrive in a stretch limo." "No, I’m surprised that you’re still not wearing any clothing." Marilyn stared at his crotch as if he had completely forgotten that he was 99-percent naked. He flashed that boyish grin again. If his mouth hadn’t still been covered in blood, I might have kissed him right there. We drove to the local Dairy Queen. Marilyn ordered a hamburger and asked the clerk if he could serve it to him raw. "I guess so," the boy behind the counter said, "except that it would be frozen." Marilyn told him to slap it on the grill just long enough to thaw it out. We sat down and I asked Marilyn if all that talk about devil worship was really true. He answered, yes, he’s a card-carrying Satanist but he's also a God-fearing Christian. "It's the combination of the two that really keeps the public on their toes. It’s also true that I have a very large cock, even though they banned me from saying so during my famous America Online interview." I took a sip of my milkshake. "Are you going to bring me home, tie me to a table in your dungeon and then make a human sacrifice out of me?" "Don’t be silly," he responded. "I hardly even know you." And What a Lovely Night It Was We decided to catch a movie -- Marilyn wanted to see That Darn Cat -- then we took a midnight stroll. Finally it was time to head home. Marilyn dropped me at my door without so much as a peep about seeing his etchings, hearing his latest demo, or otherwise. I stared into his two lovely eyes, both the one with the small pupil and the one with the big one. "My, you really are quite the gentleman." "Devil worshippers are people too, you know," he said, as he pulled me towards him. "I never kissed a man with a mouthful of blood," I said, seconds before feeling his lips on mine. Marilyn gave me a long, sensual kiss that sent me spinning. The blood didn’t bother me half as much as I thought it would, although I could taste it a wee bit. I think it was Type O, Negative.May 1997 Is this story true? Click here to find out... More Marilyn Manson on NY Rock:
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