Originally uploaded by Urban Mixer.
Once in a while in my travels, I bump into an extraordinary being. In this case, I was enjoying a night out restaurant-hopping with the Vancouver Martini Tour folk when I came accross Henry Rollins.
Raj: Hey, would you kindly spit on my head?
Henry: What?
Raj: Well, actually just kidding. That shit’s disgusting but I understand that you’ve had such requests in the past.
Henry: Ya, only once actually. You have a pretty good memory.
Raj: Ya, well, stuff like that usually sticks with me. My name’s Raj, by the way.
Henry: Cool. My name’s Henry.
We took some photos, chatted a bit more. I invited him out for the rest of the night but he mentioned that he was kinda a private guy. That was the end of that. He went home after that, I think.
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