Dad’s an egomaniac rock star. Mom is a former centerfold (who is still pretty damn hot). The kids are spoiled brats. Yet despite all the negatives, there is something oddly compelling and almost endearing about watching the blood-spitting, fire-breathing bassist for KISS act like a parent. Whether he’s out on the road rocking to hundreds of thousands of fans or doing some menial chore around his palatial home, you just can’t help but like the guy. The insight you get into the mind of a rock star who is also one of the world’s great businessmen is a bonus.
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