Marilyn Manson went up to the park's hot dog stand unassuming. "I'm about to get a tasty frank," he said to himself in a husky voice.

Life hasn't always been easy for the "shock-rocker". Media always wanting to demonize him. Although it was more rampant in the 90s, he still carries the criticism. If only people could understand that he just wants a sweet juicy dog with some relish like any good, normal, person. Manson was modestly dressed on that humid Dallas day wearing a black t-shirt, skin tight black pants, black platform boots, and no make-up.

Manson was in Dallas for a concert later that night. Some beef would help him prepare.

Manson approached the worker, "One hot dog please."

The worker gave him the dog without realizing he was handing it to the "modern prince of darkness".

"3 dollars please," the worker retorted.

"No problem," Manson dug a couple of crumpled up dollars from his left pocket. He didn't have his wallet on him. With glee, Manson walked away with his newly acquired hot dog. "Finally," he thought, "the hot dog is mine!"

In the back of Manson's head, he knew that this victory must have some sort of catch, much like most of his life. He had lost his balance in his platforms and dropped his beloved beef. "NOOOOOOO" he yelled passionately. So passionately that others began to look his way but didn't bother to check on him.

Was this Manson's Sissyphus? Was he doomed to repeat this incident? Would there be a point in getting another dog? He did really want one though. "'It's better to love and to have lost, than to never love at all-Dalai Lama'" he thought. Such wisdom touched the macabre soul.

"I will get that hot dog and I will not look back!" Manson declared as he threw the old one away. Triumphantly, he walked up to the stand and took his spot in line. He was going to get that hot dog, come hell or high water.

He approached the same worker and explained what happened.

"Not a problem Mr. Manson. I understand," said the worker. Manson was greatful. Although he didn't have to pay, he tipped the young worker for his kindness.

Manson gripped the hot dog with relish, knowing that there could be no way he could drop it. Manson took a seat at a nearby bench.

Finally, Marilyn Manson could enjoy his hot dog. He took an excited bite but realized one thing as he did. "It's too hot!"