Marilyn Manson Portrait Of An American Family

Cake & Sodomy

I wake up in our new apartment-like- motel in Nashville. Tony just bailed me out of jail later than I expected, but the officers kept me in longer than they were supposed to and took mugshots with me, probably to gloat to their wives about who they caught. Anyways, supposedly I was naked on stage. It didn't help when I was in jail and one of the officers wearing a First Baptist Church baseball cap, asked me, "Where's the dildo?" And I asked, "Why do you want a dildo?" Let's just say it ended up with me being naked in a jail cell and a large officer manhandling me, asking me about the dildo.

We just hired a maid to clean up all the rats and shit everywhere, for $30.00 and hour. I hear a scream from downstairs. "MARILYN!!!" I hear Twiggy yell. He runs upstairs and jumps on my bed.

"What?!" I say, ticked off because I just woke up.

"There's a GIANT rat downstairs!"

"The maid will get it." I simply say. I get up and stretch. "What is today?"

"Thursday." I nod. "We have a meeting with Tony today, and Zepp tomorrow and then we're going out to Florida tonight but we're preforming tomorrow."

"Oh okay. How do you know all this?"

"Tony." I simply nod, usually he tells me everything first. I shrug it off.

"We should probably get packing."

"Okay."

"Hey! What the fuck." I hear Daisy yell. Twiggy and I walk downstairs to see what's wrong. Twiggy laughs at the predicament Sara, and Daisy are in. "Sara, what the fuck?!"

"What? I didn't do anything man, chill."

"Why the fuck is there rat shit on me?"

"Just clean it up and stop whining!" Pogo yells from the small kitchen. Daisy wipes it off briskly, making an 'Ew' face as he does so.

"Come on guys we need to get packing, we're leaving to Florida...how soon Twiggs?"

"Couple hours."

"You heard him, let's get moving fuckers!" They all start packing their suitcases. I wait in my room, writing in my journal. "MARILYN!!" I hear Twiggy yell. "PHONE!"

"Who is it?" I ask as I walk downstairs.

"Tony." I run over to the phone.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Manson. Just wondering if you guys were ready. I'm waiting outside. I got the tour bus painted black with your logo on it like you asked."

"Okay, sounds good, thanks. We'll be out in a sec."

"No problem." He hangs up. The rest of the band eventually comes into the living room.

"Everyone set?" They nod.

"Okay come on." We all pile into the bus, I greet Tony on my way in. We all choose our bunks and unload our things into the mini drawers. "So we need to have a band meeting." I announce. Everyone groans, Twiggy just sighs quietly. "So anyway, does everyone have the songs down on how to play them? I don't need any of you messing up on stage." They nod. "Okay good, so the songs..." I mumble and rummage through my bag. "Aha." I pull out a piece of paper, with the song names listed in order. I bring it back and sit on the couch next to Twiggy. "Okay, so we'll start off with My Monkey, then Dope Hat, Get your Gunn, Misery Machine, Lunchbox, Dogma, and finally Snake Eyes & Sissies."