When you're young you meet the type in school once or twice - the bright, self-confident jerk who knew he was smarter and better than everyone else, and had only smirking contempt for your "morals" and "standards" and "ethics." I don't know why I mention that; just came to mind. Say, here's some news about Gene Simmons:
And then he stole Heather Locklear's car! Just kidding. But there's a lot of distance between those two descriptions; in Simmons' view, the life-threatening camera is attacking his family, and in Marlowe's telling, Simmons is able to choke both of them simultaneously while stealing their camera, possibly with his tongue.
But there's more!
And now, in the interests of fairness, Mr. Simmons' side:
Simmons is an interesting character, but every story about him I've ever read makes me want to take a hot shower in Purell afterwards.
