Henry Rollins: The Column! Sleep is the Cousin of Death
As often as possible, I try to make the days eventful. I hit the street and wander around. Get some food, hit the gym and then somehow stagger off to the event. On so little sleep, all of these activities are wild.
The last several days have been an interesting blur. Standing in the rain at Occupy Wall Street was great. I listened to a lot of people, talked to a lot of protesters, a policeman and even a journalist from the New York Post. From there, uptown to the bookstore, live interview with Thurston Moore, meet all the people, walk 30 blocks uptown back to my room, pack, write, sleep a few hours and then off to the train station.
More cities, more people, more miles but not much sleep. Occupy Chicago, standing in front of the Bank of America building at LaSalle and Jackson, listening to people create a human bullhorn by repeating the voice of a single person, who recites their message, one line at a time. BofA employees nervously enter and exit the building as police line the other side of the street. In-store appearance, some sleep and then off to another airport.
I sit at a gate. Through one eye I watch a television monitor tuned to neutral CNN. On the screen, live in Ohio, a road sign flashes, "Warning: Exotic Animals. Stay in Vehicle." The owner of a private collection of lions, tigers, bears and other animals has turned them all loose. Men have been dispatched to kill the escapees. I think of Ted Nugent dry-humping his couch as he watches Ohio get turned into a high-value target-rich happy hunting ground.
Tears in his eyes because he can't be there to bring a Bengal tiger to the ground with one of his signature Whackmaster arrows. Coffee nearly shoots from my nostrils. Almost as if given a director's orders, a man comes over at that moment and tells me he liked my work in Sons of Anarchy. I am coughing, recovering from my Nuge vision and can barely speak. He says something I can't understand. I nod, shake his hand and go back to clearing the coffee from my lungs. This is how it goes.