Henry Rollins
I was lurking at Border’s books last night trying to find Zeldman’s new book but I came up empty because it either hadn’t arrived yet or they already sold the few copies they had on hand. I asked a horribly annoyed clerk if they had Glenn E. Friedman’s book The Idealist, which came back negative too. So I wandered through fiction and on a whim pulled out a collection of letters written to Henry Rollins. The letters were basically all “Fuck You” letters, and were hilarious. I was so heavily engrossed, I didn’t even realize that I was sitting on the floor crushing page after page until some employees started gathering around and giving me strange vibes. I didn’t buy the book. Which turned out to be a good call as Hank’s selling the book for two bucks from his own store. Incidentally, surfing the rest of the Rollins site, I found out that the Rollins Band will be touring this summer doing all Black Flag covers. All the money from the tour will be going to support the West Memphis Three Defense Fund.