BETTER EDDIE THAN DEAD: IRON MAIDEN TATTOO AMERICA
A dream. I’m lounging on the balcony of a Beverly Hills hotel staring out over the pool when there’s a knock on the door. In glides a Vision, drenched in leather. James Dean’s body, Al Pacino’s face, and an upturned palm full of the finest narcotics.
BETTER EDDIE THAN DEAD: IRON MAIDEN
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Sylvie Simmons
A dream. I’m lounging on the balcony of a Beverly Hills hotel staring out over the pool when there’s a knock on the door. In glides a Vision, drenched in leather. James Dean’s body, Al Pacino’s face, and an upturned palm full of the finest narcotics.Holly wood has to offer. “Hi,” says the Vision in a voice not unlike Clint Eastwood’s. “I’m a present from Iron Maiden. They just love this band in England, and the boys were, well, hoping they’ll love them in America too. Have a nice day.” And the Vision starts to slowly peel of the top layer of leather and...