Screening the word "cops" left a half-minute unaccounted for. Blood vessels at the back of the brain wanted to break free as a temple tried to explode and the intestines were ready to collapse into a pit of devolving strawberry chaos. A sheet of notice mopped up large amounts of forehead sweat and when handed to the lady behind the box office, never seen again. Expecting to close the doors at 2000hrs, the PA tries to vocally usher in the straggling patrons on another night on the extended season of Debbie Does Dallas the musical. Failure here sees no strong arm tactics in holding off those just outside the session start.
I've never seen Henry Rollins before. Except in the film clips for "liar" and ...that other one. I don't own any of his albums. Except Come in and Burn. I mention this only to establish that I'm not entirely familiar with this man.