THE WIZARD NAMED OZZ
It was 1985 or so. It was one of the first times I can remember going to Venture and I was in th,r music department. LPs were the thing back then and I flipped through the albums. One caught my eye. It was a dude with his tongue sticking out, blood in his mouth crazy ass tattoos on his chest, and it scared the shit out of me. (read more)
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