Christmas at Danzig's House

I wasn't even sure he still lived there; I hadn't seen him - or anyone except the cat - behind the iron gate in years. But the Jaguar was still there, and since the neighborhood home values have skyrocketed, every shack within blocks has been flipped and sold for a million plus now. So Danzig now has the most expensive Haunted House east of Hollywood.

But the other day I was walking down that street while Danzig's long-haired minion cracked open the iron gate, and off he drove in the jag. lookin pissed naturally. that car is so fucking filthy I could barely make him out in it, but luckily I had seen that episode of ATHF that reminded me of what he looked like (fatter, and luckily he drives with a shirt. But angry man. Fucking angry looking.)
So anyway, it's xmas in America, don't cha know, and every house in Los Feliz is covered with displays of brightly colored xmas lights. Almost every one of them. Except Danzig's, which is black, and I swear might have a pack of owls hooting in the tree the moment the sun goes down. There's one sickly dim yellowish light on the porch, so that it looks kind of like Thomas Kinkade's worst nightmare.
It makes me feel good really. Danzig's house is just a black hole of anti-good will, sucking all of the feelings of the season into it and spitting out pure unadulaterated devil worship. Or whatever it is Danzig is about... I'm not really sure. Blood I think. Lots of blood. and devil horns.
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