Patron saint of the repulsive and baristas.
Your mother dies when you are born. Are you a murderer? Drogo thought he might be, so went on the road with The Penitents. They hit every holy dive between Sebourg and Rome. Developed the ability to be at two gigs at once. Drogo caught some cooties and returned home in an ugly state. I mean ugly. The townfolk, repulsed, stuck him in a cage out back where he passed on to sainthood. Had a posthumous hit with “The Vile and Loathsome Blues.”
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