Thursday, September 26, 2013


  • In the fall of 1995, a couple months after Igor was born, Max and me went to see Rage Against the Machine at a club in Phoenix, called The Grind. It was a big room in a very nice area of Phoenix, on Camelback Road.
  • After the show, Max, Dana, our friends Mark Corona, Mouse and me split for our car, which was parked across the street in a mall parking lot. We must have been a sight...Max and I had no shoes on, loosing them in the club. I had cut-offs and a Dead Horse "Satan Kissed My Dog" shirt on, green hair blazing. A car came around the corner and almost hit us. We all gave them a big "F#@%! You!" To our surprise, the car flipped around in the street and pulled up next to Dana. Dana leaned towards the car slightly and said "What's up?"
    Mark in Jamaica at his home...
    Can you imagine our surprise when the jock got out with a metal bar and whacked Dana so hard on his arm, it flattened him to the ground! Next Mark got a crack on the side of his head that knocked him flat. I stood there screaming. Mouse was hauling ass to find reinforcement. Max was the next vicim. It took a good crack right across his back to stop him. The jock got back in the car and next....gun shots at us!!
  • The car flipped around and zoomed off. Max jumped up and grabbed a brick from the construction zone in the middle of the street and flung it at the car. No luck for us though....the rock hit the window of a convertible stuffed with more jocks, that just happened to come around the corner. The shooters got away and the new jocks were heated because the rock had done a nice job of shattering the windshield of his shiny car. The driver was like "What the..." At this precise moment, I saw Max connect with the jock's jaw in one of the cleanest power punches I have ever witnessed!! The police just happened to fly around the corner at this time and boom...we were all arrested!!

  • The officers let the shooters zoom off to the horizon; the jocks whined about the jaw slam and windshield; Max, Dana, Mark, and me all ended up in separate police cars. The police found the bullet hole in a parked car. Of course, with our looks, we were branded the culprits. THe road was blocked off with yellow tape. Everyone from The Grind was watching the commotion.

    After an hour and half of pleading with the police that we were the victims, they began to realize they had the wrong people in custody. They went car to car and told us they were letting us go. They came to my car and told me not to get wound up. I was free to go but the "big guy" (Max), was getting deported. Max had a green card but they did not care. Of course, this freaked out already-wound-up-enough-to-spin-loose Gloria.

  • The very large officer let me out and what did the wildcat do? Why I body slammed him away from me so I could run to Max's car and tell him to call me collect when he got to the cell. This action was not so smart because 5 officers body-slammed me on the back of a police car and I was hauled into Max's car and we were taken to jail.

  • Waking up in a holding cell with 20 other chicks who were in various states of sanity was quite an experience. I was a big attraction and officers kept viewing me through the big thick window of the cell. Yes, I was an animal in a zoo. Apparently, girls brawling in unstable mental states was no big deal compared to my hair, tatts and outfit. Fighting and cuddling were not on my agenda and I was thankful when I was released 15 hours later.
  • Once home, Max and I collected Dana and Mark and went to the doctor for treatment. The wounds were serious. Dana could barely use his arm and Mark's noggin was as big as a watermelon. Max had a perfect imprint of the metal bar across his back.

  • I went to court later, for assaulting a police officer. I didn't know at the time of my shove, that it was so serious. The judge was a fair judge and asked me why I pushed an officer in uniform. My reply? "I was mad!" The DA wanted me to get 30 days in jail, but the judge was FAIR. I got a fine of $100 and the charge cleared from my name. Max was never charged. Neither were the jocks who shot at us Metalheads.

This experience is memorialized in the Attitude video. Why do you think Dana was fighting the jock......???
Class dismissed....