Then, for a few more years, the lot stood vacant until someone without any taste built an ugly-yet nondescript-prefab piece of junk there. After he died, his house remained untouched for a few years, but was eventually torn down-which was a real shame, especially since that building was allegedly an old speakeasy. My parents also told me that in the '70s he had a pet lion, but the neighbors complained about the noise so the zoo took it away, or something. To me as a kid he was, "that old guy who only wore black leather, drove a black Jaguar, and lived in a big, black house with an equally big fence in front of it." Can't say I ever recall seeing him talk to anyone, though my mother would occasionally chat with his daughter and his girlfriend at the corner store. My parents also told me that in the '70s he had a pet lion, but the neighbors complained about the noise so the zoo took it away, or I grew up on the same block that Anton LaVey lived on. I grew up on the same block that Anton LaVey lived on.
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