. . . funny you should mention him. I've got a scar on my left shoulder from Henry. Well, sort of.
I was living in London in '92 and Rollins was doing spoken word in SoHo. I was on my bike riding to get tickets when I got doored by this drunk gypsy dude. And I mean gypsy. His old caravan looked like a folk art masterpiece and he could barely get out of it he was so loaded. I was bleeding and too shook up to deal with standing on line with the rest of Rollins fans, so went to the hospital instead. Missed Rollins but I've still got the scar.
Ahhhh, memories.
T
I was living in London in '92 and Rollins was doing spoken word in SoHo. I was on my bike riding to get tickets when I got doored by this drunk gypsy dude. And I mean gypsy. His old caravan looked like a folk art masterpiece and he could barely get out of it he was so loaded. I was bleeding and too shook up to deal with standing on line with the rest of Rollins fans, so went to the hospital instead. Missed Rollins but I've still got the scar.
Ahhhh, memories.
T