Few things in this world were as disturbing as the time I came home from work (i still lived with my parents at this point) to find Mama Rose at the kitchen sink, soapin' up the dishes with Palmolive, and listening to Rob Zombie's "Dragula" on the house computer. More disturbing than all that was the fact that she was singing along with the track. Like seriously belting out words like "Dig thru the ditches and burn thru the witches and slam in the back of my Drag-ula!" in her operatic, high pitched voice. Clearly, Xavier was still being driven around town by Mum and this was how she became acquainted with "that Zombie fella," as she called him. Ah, that boy kept her young, hip, and current on all that is new and fabulous.
(at first, mum was not terribly pleased with mr. zombie's look - dredlocks are her least favourite thing next to discovering goose feces on her newly manicured lawn - but when she saw this ↓ picture she said, "aw, he has such a nice face. why he would ever want to hide beneath those messy dredlocks is simply beyond me!")
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