The Day of the Rat

I remembered today. The first time I ever went to Columbus. OH. 1986 and Maurice played our final show with Samhain. A skinhead slashed Samhain's tires during their set. Rat, living up to his name for the first time, told Danzig while he was onstage. It was nuts, the whole band rushed out of the bar. The whole audience did too. Rat pointed at the skinhead, "It was him!" Glenn and Eerie held the skinhead down, brandishing baseball bats as weapons. It's the Jersey-style. When the cops showed up Rat had to talk to them, as a witness. He said that, although Glenn had legally changed names, Eerie hadn't. When he told the cops his real name Eerie glared at Rat as if saying, "Don't you dare tell!"

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