The man, the legend. The guy who started it all back in the Year of Our Lord Beer, 2000, with a couple of pages worth of idiotic ranting hardcoded on some random porn site that would host anything you uploaded, a book called HTML for Dummies (which was completely appropriate), a bad attitude (which hasn’t much changed), and a Dell desktop running Win95 with 64 mgs of ram and a six gig hard drive. Those were the days. Then he went to law school. Go figure.
Flagstaff, Arizona, USA
yep… 4 bars 4 ever
We’re gonna have a TV party tonight.
Feeling a little damaged myself
That is just completely awesome, thank you for alerting me to this portentous event, we shan’t see another in our lifetimes.
always thought every version of Black Flag was good.
Happy BFD indeed
When you bend over and let Kira come over…
…I said I didn’t want it, but then you went and slipped it on in…
who’s got the 10 1/5 live in eighty five killed it!
funny mistake…a few centimeters off
but she looked good!
The black one is the only flag I ever could walk beside !
Happy new black year to you.
Heheh… I waited on H. Rollins when I was a waitress in college. Now I’m feeling all sorts of sentimental.
LB, dont tell me he was in kaldi’s….
Naw. Martino’s on Vine (across from Bogart’s). He ordered gnocchi. He was the only customer in the whole place, and I was running around the back yelling at the cooks that I was waiting on Henry Fucking Rollins. No one had a clue who I was talking about. Meh.
H. Rollins is a goddamned genius.
@#1″…gnocchi…” Mrs. Joe makes wicked good gnocci. Reouble is, she pronounces it “notchie”. Gah! Drives me straight up the wall.
I keep telling her, “gno” as in “Campagnolo”, “cchi” as in “Botecchia”. There are many unappreciated trials to being the only cyclist in the family.