Hank

GPOM and I went to see Henry Rollins last night, and boy, did he not disappoint. I laughed, I shouted out loud a couple of times, I clapped, and at the end, I drove most of the way home giggling about Satan's Own Burrito.

You'll have to ask Henry. It's an inside joke between us and him, and it seems unfair to take away his thunder.

I got some pictures, and you'll have to forgive me because they are terrible:

I don't know how to use the camera on my cell phone, and I couldn't convince my digital camera to not flash Henry in the eyes every time I tried to take a shot. Plus, that camera's from like 2007, and it doesn't have image stabilization (my shaky hands), and I didn't want to be the jerk in the audience taking pictures the whole time. So these are what I've got.