I can’t get in to the Henry Rollins talk. But I did once try to rip his shorts off in 1984 or so, at a Black Flag concert in Houston – he was wearing nothing but these little jogging shorts that were pretty much falling off anyway. He threw me off the stage into the mosh pit.
That was the fateful night I lost one of my shoes and had to explain it to my mom when I got home. Henry, dude, if you have my shoe… it was a suede grey and black bowling shoe with hot pink lining. I still miss it. And if you want to see my boobies, I’m wearing the blue-footed booby tshirt today to “increase my visibility”.
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