GWAR, Me, and the Onrushing Grip of DeathI'd never been to New York until Thuglas, GWARWoman Three (number one being The Temptress, number two being Surfer Girl) and I went up there in the early spring of 1987 to meet with the Pot Jew and try to score some cheap publicity. Walking around with our asses hanging out had worked at the Easter Parade why not in New York? We piled into Thuglas's faithful red "crime van" and hit the road. I don't remember much of that trip other than that I decided it would be more effective if I made the other two wear costumes while I walked around wearing a stupid wig and a Hawaiian shirt, pretending to be GWAR's manager.Bautista, as he reached the dugout, an afterthought, fired his bat and his gloves back onto the turf further delaying play as the bat boy hustled out to gather his equipment. On a 22 pitch, Edwin popped to second base to end the game. If Bautista wanted to make his point, if he wanted to vent his anger, if he wanted to be eje