Last Tuesday Bestie and I went to see Henry Rollins Speak at the CBC in Toronto. This was the third time we had seen him together; the fourth I had seen him. I was looking for some inspiration, and I left wondering if I had.
Not that he was bad or anything; he was amazing. Speaking, without a break for 2 /1/2 hours. We laughed; we cried (with laughter) and at times we got sobered up pretty quickly, especially when he spoke about some of the people he has met on his travels. I tend to agree with his ideals and his general outlook on life, but I wondered if the same person who wrote such angry rant-filled books in the 80's and 90's still existed. If the same reason why I was drawn to him as a 20 year-old depressed and lonely girl who was struggling with her racial idenity and her place in the world, were still relevant to my early-Forties self.