The Portable Henry Rollins

by Henry Rollins

You can change the scenery that surrounds you. You can run from the fists that pound you, but you cannot escape your feelings. I’ve crawled every sewer from here to there and I’ve never done it. And I burn silently.

Have you ever thought that the night could be hungry? Like it wants to eat you up? That’s the feeling I get sometimes.

She looked back at him like he had just dumped a bucket of llama shit on her head and asked for a dollar.